Aching limbs
Tired eyes
Patience stretched thin
Long lines
Efficiency deficient
Snail leaves slime
Down comes the sun
But line is a line!
Monday 7 July 2014
Saturday 5 July 2014
ROUGH SANDS ON LIFE's SHORE
Drifting sands on the seashore,
Winds blow shut doors
Whether u sink
Or whether u stand,
Is in your hands,
As you walk down life's shore.
Life isn't kind
Sands are rough
On dry naked feet
Whether you sink
Or whether u stand,
Is in your hands
As you walk down life's shore
When harsh winds blow,
Hold hands with dear souls,
With firm friends,
Whether you sink
Or whether you stand,
Is in your hands
As you walk down life's shore
Winds blow shut doors
Whether u sink
Or whether u stand,
Is in your hands,
As you walk down life's shore.
Life isn't kind
Sands are rough
On dry naked feet
Whether you sink
Or whether u stand,
Is in your hands
As you walk down life's shore
When harsh winds blow,
Hold hands with dear souls,
With firm friends,
Whether you sink
Or whether you stand,
Is in your hands
As you walk down life's shore
When the soul breaks
When the body just breaths
Take a good look on all that has passed
Whether you sink
Or whether you stand
Is in your hands
As you walk down life's shore
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