“ A Sentient Way ” ~ worth the keep ~


There’s a rote

In my mind,

That holds place

To mark time,

In a space

Said my head,

Long enough

To so taste,

In a sentient way,

Thoughts past

And ahead,

Worth the keep

In life’s stead,

Of held days

Fate be swayed

To compose in a way,   

For the want

Of a longer stay!