At the Throat of Life
A good day for writing poetry;
Better to make the dreams seem real
As luck and life might seem to give
A means to conquer the things I feel.
Love and chance to change circumstance;
I think we could strike some form of deal.
The adage rings true as always, then;
You miss the world around you looking down.
And what’s worse, death sentence of itself
That same world won’t know your own renown;
Is it not the dream of every man to prove their want; their need?
You don’t win battles of any form without taking the chance to bleed.
So go on, at the throat of life,
And make your world today;
Give the people what they want
And reason more to say
The world would not have been the same
Without you acting in its play.
(2014)
