writing things down,
it's what I do;
something to occupy my mind,
something to take up some time,
while I try not to think about you;
while I wait for the
certain curtain,
and consider when life
began hurtin',
and while I try to figure out
something else to do,
a higher purpose,
a noble calling,
when the sun looks down at me,
even though it too is falling;
marking time,
making rhymes,
asking questions with no answers,
it's what I do.
January 25, 2009.
Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.
1/25/09
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