Judgement Day

Friends close say, “You’re addicted!” Stanford, “Meter, rhyme afflicted! So not with it! Wasting time!” My poetry! Is it a crime? I'm guilty! Yes! What's lost to them? I'm stupid too if sharing's whim! Is time best spent, mere life in motion, Destination only ocean, Where one swims (just health the goal)? Does staying strong then make us whole? A soul that sparkles I pursue And Grace, in faith, I trust my due. Might staying fit too steal from life That won't look toward death's future wife, No thought of those he leaves behind Who might find gain perchance in mind, A poem shared, the afterlife he dared To dream no rout! My poem's trout That might feed souls of yet unborn, The living's love I'd not suborn By flattery, I'm what you see. Let me embrace the fate I own! Bribe God? I'd not atone For failures that I've made in fact, Though some might think that I lack tact. May good I do help some find Grace, Till blessed by Love all see God's face! Long Tooth April 9th of 2019