Running Out of Time
As I look down from here
I feel like I am falling
That is when I realize
It’s you my friend calling
I go out on a limb
To gather my harvest
I must make it through
Winter is the hardest
I have to climb up higher
To reach the best crop
But you my old friend
Always cause me to stop
I know you’re always with me
So I'm begging for your help
But I am still afraid
I’m just talking to myself
It’s starting to get colder
This summer was no fun
I have to get more food
Before this season's done
I’ll ask you once again
And face you with courage
Please leave me alone
While I put food in storage
I can hear you laughing
You think I’m just squirrely
I go through this each year
This fear makes my head swirly
I’ll go out a little more
I won’t look down, I'm fine
My friend you can’t go with me
I’m running out of time
Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend
*inspired by Matt's Funnest-Hardest Poem Ever contest
Copyright © Lena Townsend | Year Posted 2009
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