The measure of a life, after all, is not its duration, but its donation.
Corrie ten Boom
As I walk down the road to ruin
Alone and frown faced in the rain
I ask myself what I stand to gain
Where I to lose my grasp of when
And where exactly I need should be
In order for my mind to be free
Of the plaguing picture that its me.
© The Poets Peace 2019