End of the Line
Some say it's fine, throwing caution to the wind.
Some say it's fine, if you're good or may have sinned.
Some say it's fine, giving all to ease your task.
Some say it's fine, to help but don't wait to ask.
You may while away each day, waiting for a call.
Hoping for some news, about anything at all.
Just gazing into space, or staring at the wall.
Or just having a ball.
12/ 16/ 2017.
Copyright © George Seal | Year Posted 2017
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