Moseying along
one day at a time. . .
days make weeks
make months
make years
make smiles
and heartaches
frustrations, tears. . .
but moseying yet–
the only life we’ll ever get
no moment lived
can be held
to spend in arrears.
Moseying along
one day at a time. . .
days make weeks
make months
make years
make smiles
and heartaches
frustrations, tears. . .
but moseying yet–
the only life we’ll ever get
no moment lived
can be held
to spend in arrears.