is there a right place and time,
or will everything fall in together,
with the rhythm and the rhyme?
I often wonder where life might lead,
in that one second which you blink;
if everything around you changed,
leaving you no time to think.
If you were left with one last choice,
where your path might lead;
would you take that chance for granted,
or plant your final seed?
(c) Mary Irene Cousino
No comments:
Post a Comment