Life is killing me softly,
slowly
in it's
ever reaching grip.
It uses time to take from
me and give back
never.
What are those things
that dreams are made of
impossible they seem
yet here I am
another day older
and nothing
but my dreams.
I live
I laugh
I love
I have that sense of doubt
yet life
it seems
to pass me by
a little at a time
Lessons learned
time unspent
It takes
It gives
In that I grow a debt.
I owe nothing
but what I borrow
I take nothing
unless I can give
In hope that
when my time comes,
in hopes that life can see.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Life's Debt
6:12 PM
Joann H. Buchanan
0 comments:
Post a Comment