“ A Tear ” ~ too many ~


I’ve caused a tear

Or two, too many,

Thru all the years

Or most of every,

Admittedly clear

Be short of reason,

Thus sorry pleas

Not worth a penny

Nor a dime,

Save every time

There be sadness

Sure to follow,

Mostly mine!



“ Time Runs Out ” ~ ready or not ~

Ye may question

If I’ve sorted

Life’s accrues,

Thus so before

I’m to exit

From this land

In final snooze,

That who follow

Said loved best,

Find understand

I chose elect,

To so abscond

Until I opt

Hence to be gone,

Yet ready or not

I’m laid to rest

As the gods select,

To have my hide

When they decide,

That time runs out!