Monday, August 31, 2009

growing older growing colder

evening falls and clouds obscure
the vision i once had of life
to struggle is no kind of cure
for pain which flourishes in strife

the darkness and the growing chill
of summers end and ages rush
is only one more pill to crush

its harder every day to see
the me i once thought i could be

and yet the closer that it comes the less i want to reach the end

1 comment:

Robbie said...

Esav, we owe it to ourselves and our friends (like you are to many) to push as hard as we can to the very last second.....

your friend,

Robbie Roberson.
Inventor of the SOG SEAL Revolver knife.