we are often confused.
goes with the territory of being here
on earth.
pushed down
by gravity and our own
perceptions of what
is or
isn't true.
we're perplexed, baffled
by
the day,
the night. by love.
we struggle to keep upright.
the years
pile up.
each to his own stream of tears,
his own pool
of despair,
or sun that rises when all
is right.
we are often confused.
it's a club we're all members to,
check out
time
comes all too soon.
Monday, December 2, 2019
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment