*~*~Thought of the day~*~*
Good Times
I don’t know where to look.
I have no where to turn.
I can’t do this.
I am tired.
I need help.
Before, little could be explained.
Now, no cry for help.
Hungry mouths to feed.
Three jobs.
No sleep.
All of this is not by chance.
The point is not to dig so deep within yourself that you can’t get out.
There is something you must understand here.
Not for your eyes or ears.
God is here.
One life to love.
One life to live.
This is me.
(2014)
Life is not an endless journey.
One day you will close your eyes for an eternity.
While you are here on this earth you can make do with what you have but that is not the purpose because you are prone and born to do so much more.
This poem is about MY reality setting in.
What's yours?
