Before I'm Out Of Time

Written by: John Posey

Will destiny allow This poet’s wrinkled brow To write a poem now That brings a great big WOW? I scarcely think it will. For wrinkled brows can kill And leave a fruitless chill. Then where would be the thrill? I’d rather think that love That’s sanctioned from above Will bring the needed shove Toward what I’m dreaming of. Though I'm not in my prime A mountain I must climb And find that perfect rhyme Before I’m out of time Written By John Posey 01/09/13