Written by: Leonard Taormina

Spending the hours day after day avoiding certain utterances
But it’s increasingly constant and becomes ever more difficult not to notice.
And the regrets they grow to enormous proportions;
Believing more should have gotten done.
And the nights continue to roll on;
As does the obvious unlikelihood of a coming slumber.
          When it’s time let me be;
          In a place where it goes on forever;
          Like a moment in life;
          Where time has no end. 
          And love always is;
          And always has been.
So now practicality dictates that I take this to my bed;
Because if rest should come;
There’s always tomorrow;
And tomorrow is yet one more new beginning;
Where compassion, humor and leaps of faith;
Happen every day