It’s to have lived a life worth sharing
A treasure that will never be known by another soul
It’s a special reservation
It’s the call that all great men fear
One that only the best of us
And the worst of us
Can rise up to
Where Is the Answer?
Or Simpler Yet Where Do YOU Find The Answer?
Where Or How? (For the More Accomplished)
For the Futher Humbled
For the Lost & Broken
For the Call-Sign Jester
Never let it fester…
You never try and best her
Cause you can’t
It’s true “Her name is time”
Slipping through your fingers like a metaphorical sand
No it’s not a Big Brass Band (the answer)
More like the river that feeds this dry dry land.