For A Time

Posted by CMG on August 24, 2022

1 min read · life

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Neither given nor taken, to us lent only briefly
To enjoy without strings and to hate only mildly

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One to waste, one to use, though some are given two
For us to make mistakes, just us, just me, just you

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Some born with spoons, though most have sticks
Some grow throughout it, some just remain pricks

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Lucky those who dance, with a partner or alone
to the sound of music, drums, guitar or saxophone

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yet for some without tunes, the dance is soon forgotten
no smiles nor joy, their dreams hid away, black and rotten

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Though all walk to the edge, be it slow or troublesome
Precious few walk with grace, thousand find it cumbersome

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For we hold it so tightly, through our boney fingers it slips
leaking on to unwritten pages, with ink it neatly drips

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Just eat your meal, your slice of life, dry or simply perfect
And keep your soda empty, when the waiter comes to collect

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