Motive
I hope my soul is beating time
As heart full feelings spill in rhyme
Sunset redness fills my eyes
Spilling tears to no surprise
The taste of memories fills my head
As purple nightfall steals the red
These things are sent to try us mother said
With that secret little half smile as she led
The naughty boy who loves her off to bed
Some days just follow others through the years
So busy in my living there is no time for tears
And as I sit here penning thoughts in rhyme
My basic aim is ever. beating time
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2008
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