We weather the storms
Standing tall in the wind
Holding tight to our dreams
We break or we bend
Existing is simple
It's living that's hard
We collect life's lessons
And save them in jars
In the heaviness of hearts
We begin to fade
Losing parts of ourselves
Along the way
Still we stand tall
Holding as tight as we can
Somehow growing stronger
In the inevitable end...
Traveler Tim
Re to 02-18