I came to stay awhile

Taking my turn at the trial

Giggling at the silly dog

Admiring the antics of the leaping frog

Considering the second mile.

 

Birth–beyond my control

Gradually took its toll

Making me question my reason

Always striving to be pleasin’

Without losing my soul.

 

The minutes jump the hour

And soon become a day

The days abandon the week

A month just slips away

The years are far too meek

The last breath slowly released

 

So grab on tightly with all your might

Train your thoughts for the good fight

“There is no God,” taunts the fool

Yet Father walks in the twilight cool

Still lingering in the Eden Garden.

Published by Jonathan Cring