Missing
Out ?
For some, parts of life they restrain.
From passion, love, compassion they
refrain.
Living out life in this fashion, what will
they gain ?
Freedom from a life of pain ?
Missing the essence of each moment, missing
freedom’s train ?
One has to wonder ?, what of that life, will remain ?,
to carry them through and on to the next
plane.
One has to wonder ?, who’s eyes shed the
rain,
who has the power to pull, the rein ?
B. J. “A” 2
November 26th, 2012
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