The Play

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When time has passed and I am worn
Upon this wrinkled brow is borne
Of conquests long since forgotten
And treasures won, spent, and begotten

Cracking knees speak of prayers spoken
In times of need and a soul so broken
Upon this back, life’s burden was laid
And with every breath a debt was repaid

And finally as I lay me down to sleep
I know that nothing was meant to keep
A world, a stage, upon which we play
Another act will begin as we fade away

 

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Full Circle

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We search, always seeking
Along this path before us
A lifetime, step by step
No map in our hand

Detours and byways
Rest stops are few
A lifetime, step by step
No matter our plan

Maybe one day we see
We never really left home
A lifetime, step by step
And yet here we still stand

Coming full circle.

 

 

 

In Due Time

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Years are but grains of sand
On an never ending beach
Eventually washed away
Tides of life ever changing
Yet I remain on distant shores
Ever to remember home

Tides set adrift, drifting apart
In the flow without direction
Currents know the reason
Trust and surrender to it all
Resistance suffers no cause
Returning home in due season

 

 

 

Form

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Vision draws shapes of beauty
Imagined treasures
Of flowing lines
Between eyes and heart

Bound in want and need
Have and hold
Until death…
Destined to always part

Into shallow sight all will fall
Depths rarely seen
In blinding form
Rise to betray a heart