Bits and pieces,
lying on the ground;
Life drifting by, composing sound.
Time passes slowly,
then skips ahead;
Once things were forming,
now have gone instead.
Too late to change, too soon to die;
Now that I know, too late to try.
Need it today, I don't have long;
Must be a way, to sing me the song.
One sweet moment,
our lives began;
The future beckoned,
unearthed a plan.
Unfiltered progress,
wavering drive;
Misguided ventures,
wasted lives.
100 b/m 9/18/20
These photos are a reminder to me of how much I have to be grateful for. I have been blessed by a wonderful family.
