Choices are like burnished paths,
of living.
No streets of gold to hold,
my dust.
Somber is the journey of lives,
intersecting.
Filled with red-light delays,
and caution signs.
Gently should we tread,
on promised time.
But, hustle heeds bustle,
in the fast lane.
Smell the daisies, dying,
choked of life.
On the side of the road,
mere passers-by.
You can't take it with you,
if you've never had it.
Wishing our lives away,
in rush hour's call.
Author notes
This made me think of of our final hour of living, and I don't really think any of us would be rational. So I wrote a parody of that, it may be abstract, but I feel we are the product of age old abstract.
Away-StoneLion
The end of days-Amazigh
Written November 21st, 2005
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Very intriguing... i like.
"you can't take it with you" was a powerful line for me. (Excellent)
Nicely done,
~ Wendy
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AWESOME JOB!!!!! ENJOYED IT!!!!!
Excellently written, and I loved it!!!!!
Good luck in the contest... your friend, Angel
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