Dare I take another sip?
Shall I let you consume me once again?
My lips meet yours, and you fill me with all your poison.
That sudden warmth that courses through my veins.
At first its all fun and games, we laugh ,we joke.
You intertwine yourself with mine, and away we begin to dance.
Will we stumble?
But of course.
Will I be forced to the ground again?
Perhaps.
This game we play when I'm alone, you always know when to appear.
This thing that lies inside my chest and wants to feel your warmth.
But this thing that lies inside my head, remembers every wound you've ever left.
Oh man, here comes, that time when all just spins, and all I know is you, I feel.
Do I let go and let you lead, or shall I push you out.
I press my face to yours, I let my gaze meet yours.
My fingers find yours again, I hope this time is different.
I'm tired of the spinning but I'll ask you for another dance.
This time the bottom and I, I hope we don't meet.
The lifeguard is whistling again-
Pretending not to hear i dive in headlong
He approaches me from the shore's end
Stating words that rhyme like seagulls in my head
Walking further through the crowdy mass
i'm wondering how many people rushed in traffic
So they could finally relax in sand
For me life is beating hard with every breath
A newlywed is struggling to push her two babies
Up the sandy hill it looks like it will take all day
When i offer to push, she gushes
A flurry of romance spills from her eyes
Telling me about her absent husband
I'm wondering about rules of etiquette
I go back on my sandy towel
Listening to voices impress the air
A budlight helicopter not to far off
Closer inland, the traffic is madness
I serenade the passagers as i pass by
Bicycle through the city
Like a Japanese school boy
Its all fun and games
When you catch the right waves
Never too old to start again making wrongs right
And crooked path straight. Not given a license
To procrastinate, but to do what will benefit before
It’s too late.
In the natural realm we’re disregard, and disrespected
And as outcast laid aside. But in God’s economy
Our work has just begun, its such an honor, and blessing
A sense of great pride.
Never to old is your choice and mine the longer we live,
The more we will know. The wisdom we share its
An outburst no fear. Who knows what the outcome
Would be, that can help develop someone to grow.
Never too old one’s as old as they feel it amazes you
The things some old folks get up to, its mind boggling surreal.
I don’t mean in a negative way its all fun and games,
One’s never too old to do anything it’s the mind set that need
To change.
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