Writer, Poet, Social Commentator
Dreams in your seams yours in mine.
Deadlines within your thoughts.
Targets without arrows
Eyes on the aim
Slow and steady wins the race.
Almost not applicable in this case.
It’s a hit or miss
A kiss to the lips for the hit
Padding to the butt for the miss.
There is always an end to expect.
***I did not write this poem; it was written for me by a dear friend and it aptly describes my life in more words than even the author can imagine.***