Claim you my Calendar
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

The more I have to do
The more meaning in life
I gain
The more that plows my mind through
The more that sprains
My soul
The more that burdens my shoulders
The more that weighs
Me down
The more that makes me older
Faster
The more that leads me towards
Disaster
The more that makes my head heavy
My eyelids constantly fluttering downwards
My back throbbing in pain occasionally
It still makes me see clearly
And it makes me be
Dear me
It makes believe
It makes me me
And I feel like I
Still Belong
And I think I can tell
Right from wrong
And I think if I die
A year before
The life I would have
If I had more
I don't think
It will matter
Much
For the moments
Of life as
Such