This Time The Worry Is Real

It’s not a matter of worrying about what might happen
Nor is it the shadow that is so persistent even at night
It is the pebbles that strike me from the crumbling wall
And the chain that is holding me has become tight
I can see the ground has shifted
And the mortar has become hollow
I take note of sage words of advice
But I don’t know which arrow to follow
A child’s memories of holes and hills are larger than life
They shrink into insignificance as we age
Yet the reality of our challenges grow larger
Bending the scales of priority that we gauge
A set of plans can destroy the most beautiful of sunsets
We watch our parents as they lose their faculties
We agonize over the prospect of losing our own
And our children look to us to manage their difficulties
I can no longer sleep as time beats down upon my mind
I must close my eyes because the dust collects upon my face
There is no place to run for the links on the chain will not break
It is time to choose my God and I hope he has saved my place

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girishpuri 4 years ago from NCR , INDIA

Definitely HE has saved place for every one, God less.

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