I’m begging for time
My time is short as near as the next blow.
It would be anyway, but now I have added several “variables” to the classic tick tock of the heart and soul.
Or perhaps just the heart as you may have it.
To be said, I have contemplated the expedience of my time on occasions by many devices of which I have come known dearly.
Tis not a thing I take lightly today.
For my variables have multiplied with my experience and knowledge (or perhaps none of) .
I have lived easily five quintets of these blessings forgone.
Each unique, each with it’s goodness and sadness (and badness?) .
Now on my sixth, I wish for more.
Only two I ask.
But have I already received much more than deserved?
I do not pretend to know if or when my time will end.
Such is the dilemma of man me thinks.
My two, if you care to ask?
One, my ability to express myself.
Two, my ability to express myself to others.
The two most natural forms of communication and yet I have failed at both so far.
So I take on this quest.
Of two more blessings.
With this poem (of sorts) .
I leave you or you or you to decide if I should try or not.
Give me not your answer, just give me your lot.