Your Call
The morning brings a moment
frozen in time. Your heart is still within thee.
I can count a dozen one less or one more
of angels that protect and surround me.
Given the time to ponder and weigh the atoms
that bind me together. I’m left to wonder the
Marvels escape and I’m in for cold stormy
weather. As for the questions that bereave and
lament, seldom do answers come calling. My
situation has me high on the fence, in a
moment I’m hopelessly falling. Gone are the days
we smiled to trick people into thinking we’re
winning. I’ve got a mind and the matter is
thick, as for good times they’re now just
beginning.
Copyright © Charles Bateman | Year Posted 2022
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