So many
yesterdays have come and gone,
locked away in the corridors of
your mind,
pleasurable moments now
eternally gone,
fading so softly within the
passage of time.
Ever living in fantasy dreams of
tomorrow,
on the path traveled missing the
present day,
aging we come to realize time is
borrowed,
sadly we grow old before we find
our way.
Love of want causes heartache
and pain,
in a land filled with the have
and have nots,
wandering with only ourselves to
blame,
in the simplicity shrouded by
earthly plots.
Grey shadows cast by the moon
high above,
enhances self doubt, anxiety,
and even fear,
binding our hearts from
compassionate love,
leaving us with self pity,
heartbreak and tears.
In the hourglass of time grains
of sand fall,
the essence of our life is
measured by living,
choose a path that leads to a
gate not a wall,
and you will receive ten fold
for your giving.