It’s that time again

I know I am not alone

The records show

A history of millions

Each of whom

Have at some point

Felt the same

 

When exhaustion wreaks havoc

On old bones

Disillusion leads to further confusion

Grief has taken it’s toll

Poverty has left us to graze

In a sandy, rocky paddock

 

The body is weak

The mind broken

But the soul

The soul keeps us moving

Reaching higher

And deeper into ourselves

 

Human grit

Finds strength

To carry on

And so

I will continue

To tick with the tock 

 

The moment has come

To hitch a ride

Jump onto

The hands of time

There are no more minutes

For me to bide

 

I’m off!

You can find me

Living life

Should you ever feel

So inclined. 

C.K.23