life – Page 3 – Picking Up Roots

Children’s Dreams

a part of me
still expects you
to be invincible -
impervious to time's passing -

it is the dream
of a child
for their heroes;

no one 
is immune
to the weaknesses
brought on
by time's
inevitable passage

Time

life is full of riches,
we are all
time poor;

inject life
into your days,
for time slips away
as wind
through a closed fist,

tomorrow is no guarantee,
we cannot buy back
wasted seconds,

there is only
what remains
in our hourglass,
spend it wisely

Oasis

a neon oasis
carved into the midst 
of a canvas of sand;

joyful colors
mask the misery
of those who have come
seeking escape
from the cloying drudgery
of their lives;

hope drives them,
they don't understand:

here,
the odds are piled higher
then the mountain of cares
they're running from