October
Fall knocks on the door
at brink of a change
a time for plenty
for we ripe what we sow
The earth will hibernate
for it's time to holiday
rechange renew review
new beginning around the bend
outlook
Strange, as i stare at these whites
the whites that lights the room
i see glimpse of a life
a life that has passed me by
and where do we go
nowhere fast for sure
Can i go day to day
knowing that it cannot be
and now that i know
know there's no second time
i should hold gratitude
for being given a chance
we come together
so let's make amend
a finger snap and
it could be lost just like that
do i take for granted
a life full of possibilities
Weary love
Love does run it's course
around bends and turns
there are time when it ebbs so low
if i can see an end
but there's a voice
loud and it screams
hold on to it
the tattered thread
becoming stranded each day
i turn cold and numb
to all emotion
as music dies in me
or i've killed it
a slow unbecoming death
i open myself to a higher calling
or that's what i say
a consolation prize
i fall from grace
a love degrade
i bid good bye
each day
to a weary love
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