Snared
Snared
We have all become entangled
Little snares, have never strangled
A shoelace tight that won’t untie
A hole we dig with cloudy skies
The rain that falls can feed the crops
Or fill your fear with tears unstopped
As rising tides have always turned
But, little snares are lessons learned
These little snares; I push aside
Are not defeat, unless you hide
I keep these snares; reminding me
I use them now to strike a beat
A beat that finds a rhythm right
The rudiments; the truths of life
Those little snares, complete my drum
And now, my love, our song will come
Strum, ta, strum, ta ta, struuum
© 2018 Jeffrey Spencer
Copyright © Jeffrey Spencer | Year Posted 2018
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