Rhymes With Times
Sitting here with so much on my mind
As time goes by I find
Maybe I have been hit too many times
All that is left are the rhymes
Growing up fighting
The wrongs I thought I was righting
Fast as lighting
In the ring
Now I just make my ol harp sing
Memories are lifes gift
To hopefully one day give your soul a life
When your down
wearing a frown
When sad is on the attack
Bring a happy memory back
My crazy mind
I find
Memories rush by like a river
So many my mind starts to quiver
My soul starts. To shiver
Try to find one pin it down
Before in the sadness you start to drown
Focus on that one good thought
Lessons taught
Make more good memories to keep
For times you want to weep
Too late
Comes my fate
Lonely is life
With a heart full of strife
Grow old alone
With memories of what life has shown
So many things I have blown
Grow old and die
Who will cry
When I finally I learn to fly
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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