Mend

I often feel day by day,

it's time to heal and to go,

down a road that I don't know,

to see the things I can't tow.

You have been with me all this time.

Reveling in deathly rhyme.

It's just the stuff that you don't time,

that makes me wonder, auld ang sine.

Old friends, not forgot,

good jobs not yet had,

how can I get in your head?

That your a good guy,

and not yet dead!

It's only one step,

that you must make.

One at a time,

is all you climb.

Overwhelmed and at your end,

everyday you do not send,

a place for you,

to go and mend.

K.A.P.

8/11/2009