Life as is…
Life As is……..
Life so curt, it would seem to pass,
the flowing sand in an hour-glass.
Like the promise of a day-dream,
a bubble in a nimble stream,
I try to hold, but I never can,
my little tyke, oft you ran.
Rope your fiery pace I did try,
you wouldn’t stop, I sorrowed why?
Blooming years but of so short length,
all those years and my fading strength,
As friends and kin leave my sunset bay,
I have but nothing more to say.
With my heart weak wet and ceding
wish me leave, as I lived speeding.