Michelle (shellyjanuary) wrote, @ 2005-09-03 03:34:00

a new poem
“Sleeping where I fall.” (after Peter Coyote)

Sometimes the world goes by so fast
I have to slow way down.
I have to get my head on straight
and take a look around.
People rush on by me
without a sideways glance.
Their lives are too important
to ever take a chance.
I question the mentality
of what’s important and what is not.
Is working in this hectic world essential?
Is it what you’ve made and what you’ve got?
Someday, when my life is almost through
I’ll look back at everything and recall
friends, family, and faith is all that mattered,
and then I’ll sleep where I fall.

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