Life Poem in Boxes

The words drip out one at a time

Hitting the truth what grows, dies

Time spins on, minutes to days

If I don't change my ways

The train will stop

Mojave is where I will stay

Every moment in life

Has two boxes

One with a love song

The other with ashes

I guess I be singing my love songs

Among the wildflowers 

of Ludlow. 

Comments

[EA]

Profound simplicity. Kinda of makes me feel silly about 'sweating the small stuff.' Good perspective.