Mind you let me
Draw my thoughts unwavering
Heart dear don't you see
This feeling that's unquivering
Feet walk through the meadow
To ease this unforgiving sorrow
Hands gives to those dire in need
Where this life ends to where it lead.
Categories:
unquivering, destiny, faith, hope, life,
Form: Rhyme
How is it I'm only 26
Sitting here in the middle
Of a mid-life crisis?
I haven't even had time
The older ones tell me
To slow down my rhyme
To find the logical reason
Behind these actions
Of unquivering self treason
But its all I've known
Living paycheck to paycheck
Was how I'd grown
Job to job, city to city
Cut the lights off and
Look I'm still pretty.
But this face doesn't pay the bills.
And my body can't handle paid thrills
And the circle comes right back around.
At the ripe young age of 26
I'm smack dab in the middle
Of a mid-life crisis.
Categories:
unquivering, age, art, body, character,
Form: Free verse