We are set to expire
The clock ticks as we speak
Hanging on by a wire
Not everyone sees
Exposed to the chaos
Scattered around like seeds
Trying hard to be famous
Influence grows like a weed
Toxic flows down the river
Floats through the air in the breeze
Hopes rises and then withers
Giving no guarantees
We have what we have
and find the pleasure inside it
Some see a half empty glass
with no way left to fill it
So, count the days as they come
we know tomorrow's not promised
And as a rule of thumb
they're just enough, if I'm honest
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (8)
Hear, hear! Well penned, Kelli!
This felt so uplifting. Loved your poem!
I heard that, and felt it too! Well done.
This poem is a striking reflection on the fleeting nature of life and how we cope with the chaos around us.
You are so right, and this poem is one way to state live each day to its fullest for tomorrow is not a given or something like that. Good job.
Definitely felt this one, Kelli! Well written, friend! <3
Great work! I enjoyed!
Beautiful Stream of Consciousness