It’s hard for me to meet my like…so many of us didn’t make it.
Life takes all it can too soon…an end’s the only thing to shake it.
I’ve seen us fall away from life…drowning in its deepest of pools.
The water of living soaks us thru…we’re experience’s fools.
None of us knew how to dress the part…couldn’t check the weather first.
The rain that we found ourselves dancing in, neither nurtured nor nursed.
It wailed against the levees & slicked its sunside with rainbow’s oils.
I started flailing towards a light…surface engulfed in flaming roils.
Punched thru the slick, gasped & burned alive; but was nowhere near burnt dead.
I grabbed ahold of trusted, floating hope & straight for life’s shore fled.
L.B.Stowe 