Precious Days
As I turn the page the calendar chuckles
Each night it steals yet another one of my precious days
I hear the clock on the wall tick with endless passion
Unwilling to negotiate
Its bounty on my life
In a fit of rage I descend
I refuse to sit idle and let these thieves write my story
I decide right then to live my life like a royal
A Prince of Existence
From that moment forth I set out
To smother my destiny with my hands
Wringing every last drop of experience from its drenched cloth
To wage war on the endless river of seconds that drain from my watch
Never again feeling haunted by the ghosts of missed opportunities
My memoirs a collection of highway maps and passport stamps
My legacy a final chapter of clean white pages
For I will die living
Hoping others might take it upon themselves to finish the story that I intend to start
But never intend to end
As man waits for no time
January 25, 2016
Copyright © Sam Jameson | Year Posted 2016
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