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
6:12 PM
 Joann H. Buchanan
Joann H. Buchanan
 

 










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