Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
grains of time slip thru fingers unabated like the slipstream of her words all thouse meanings slipped by unawares until madness thought to dance on the pinhead of a logical choice and you suddenly found yourself with nothing to your name but your name rebuild and reinvent who you are and meant to be and in the sweeping away of your former years you discover that each precious person who's love you you received the gift of meant just as much as all the rest that the real value and meaning of our lives is in the love and joys we find in thouse around us that share caring and positive things its the laughter and love the compassion and hope we find in friends family strangers that makes this worth living for
0
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
dance on the pinhead of a logical choice
grains of time slip thru fingers unabated like the slipstream of her words all thouse meanings slipped by unawares until madness thought to dance on the pinhead of a logical choice and you suddenly found yourself with nothing to your name but your name rebuild and reinvent who you are and meant to be and in the sweeping away of your former years you discover that each precious person who's love you you received the gift of meant just as much as all the rest that the real value and meaning of our lives is in the love and joys we find in thouse around us that share caring and positive things its the laughter and love the compassion and hope we find in friends family strangers that makes this worth living for
mark-john-junor-1
Written by
59/M/American
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem