August 7, 2015 § Leave a comment
Small lives and short attention spanned
Less to learn and more to understand,
This is where the buck stops
you are who you aspire now
as you walk along the sidelines
waiting for that elusive El Dorado.
A rhyme my own to seek
In a verse old and worn
A pace, mine to make
on a path asunder torn
direction drawn in chalk
expression warped in talk
There is much to inspire
and inspiration to be sought.