Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2015
Time will compress,
Maybe even your spine,
Counting and taking discs
Like they were poker chips,
A gamble,
A game
A gout,
For adversity,
Are you all in?
Time is not waiting,
Life is passing you by,
Money is falling about the place,
While your, deer in the head lights, face,
Just grows older,
Life will end shortly,
Money will live on without you,
So what, do you surrender as legal tender,
With your last breath,
Surrender your relationships for a short while,
Surrender your love and loves, for a large vessel of agape
Surrender with arms wide open, to receive an Embrace!
...shortly...
gout = taste in French
Ottar
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
419
   Nat Lipstadt and Marissa Kay
Please log in to view and add comments on poems