Now Or Never

Of all the honey we drink The smallest of a bee sting We immediately kill the bee Is that fare? Or is there really such a thing… No matter how high we climb A wrong step, we quickly fall Sometimes back to the start Sometimes, where doors are locked Inside, a broken heart… It seems, every endeavour Big or small A sting or a fall, awaits A price to call And it always goes like this Either now or never… Honey! Honey! I love the taste of you But I am no bee killer. I also love the climb Unprepared, unconcerned for the fall I venture vulnerable, and walk with fools Without a smoker, robes or tools For even though there is a price Sitting idle won’t suffice What comes must always go But what counts, is only now. Michael