“The value of life lies not in the length of days, but in the use we make of them; a man may live long yet live very little.” — Michel de Montaigne
Once there laid a girl
Soft words, bright eyes open
For years she would travel the open and inviting seas
Little did she know the clock that ticked. Was not hers to be.
In the shadows, she walked
Tithing of glory is so sad now.. to see
But Once… was a lifetime, smitten those around her be
And in this time, now long forgotten, I say to thee:
Once I lay a girl
Soft words, bright eye open
The years I traveled,
Unknowing the deep and treacherous sea
Quickly, time reminded
Soon to be forgotten
I ask myself the question:
What did I do to deserve the fruits once sweet, now lay rotten?
-awrj 