I can feel it
Slipping away fast
Like water under the door
Wood, metal, glass, changing
Form dollar bills now
Twenty two years
Slide like fancy goldfish
Between my fingers
Protective abode
Anchors away
Relieve me my watch
Settle karma's deal
Sturdier younger fresh faced
Riders on the storm
She's all yours
Land summer house
In life's safe harbor
Island view finished
Liquid shimmering mirage
Summerland's tale
Stepping forward on
ReplyDeleteto the simpler life
Where adventure is
a journey, not dreams.
Remember what was,
move to what is
and make everything
more than it seems.
Love u, Gal Pal