My Life, Mountains Dropping Pebbles
My Life, Mountains Dropping Pebbles
My life, mountains dropping pebbles on me
true treasures openly hidden, I couldn't see
Although now that I am wiser, so much older
I thank God each dropped was not a boulder
My youth, a series of epic good and bad
if only, I'd listened and obeyed my Dad
I was the rebel that sought so much more
suffering deeply every wild and big score
Decades flew by with me chasing a mist
grabbing love that never truly did exist
A vapor that glistened golden all around
demanding that in my blindness I be bound
Fate and Time both beat happily my heart
I foolishly thought myself so very smart
Memories now play images to teach mistakes
my speeding on never hitting on the brakes
O' mountain, why not shed that one small boulder
to break sin's passion and sooner set it much colder!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-26-2014
note: Took decades for me to ever see the light
and change my stubborn ways. If that boulder
had tapped me sooner Id have found this current
bliss decades sooner and my wife and I would be
enjoying a grown son instead of raising a 7 year
old at my advanced age..
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