Let’s not get disturbed for
simply put we are human.
God gave us some minutes;
we choose how to use them.
I am perfectly imperfect.
I bleed just as well as you.
I know that I do not know
if I bleed at times what do.
My substance is substantial
but paradoxes make me weak.
I know not the path to take;
it is getting the best of me.
I loved to sip whiskey while
dwelling on serene dreams
because I am imperfect and
living in the past’s my creed.
I need me in forward motion.
I need a hand along the way.
Because some dead end paths
have left me melancholy days.
Together let’s sew direction.
Some unseen aspect to see
while we exchange cordial
words bringing forth levity.
Time affords us time so let’s
afford time to what we need.
So that we can be nurtured
by warmth in soft serenity.
My bones chill beneath skin
because I’ve consumed strife.
That seeps into me so deep
cutting me quick it is a knife.
Sharing the load and burden
are not some archaic notions.
Know my friend we have time
for us to find forward motion.
