Running Out of Time

As I look down from here I feel like I am falling That is when I realize It’s you my friend calling I go out on a limb To gather my harvest I must make it through Winter is the hardest I have to climb up higher To reach the best crop But you my old friend Always cause me to stop I know you’re always with me So I'm begging for your help But I am still afraid I’m just talking to myself It’s starting to get colder This summer was no fun I have to get more food Before this season's done I’ll ask you once again And face you with courage Please leave me alone While I put food in storage I can hear you laughing You think I’m just squirrely I go through this each year This fear makes my head swirly I’ll go out a little more I won’t look down, I'm fine My friend you can’t go with me I’m running out of time Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend *inspired by Matt's Funnest-Hardest Poem Ever contest