Borrowed Time

with a sigh you let it go

once and for all,

throwing open the massive locked gates,

allowing entry and exit without charge,

a free concert for all

with no hope for tomorrow

or the day after;

what else is there?

what more could be left?

squeezing out every little drop,

making more with less,

spreading around the harvest

like butter on a hot piece of toast,

filling every nook,

saturating every cranny,

choking on the excess,

swallowing the vile;

settling for leftovers;

all the warm moments,

all the fond memories,

nothing but dust,

here today,

gone tomorrow;

wasted space,

useless information,

yesterday’s news,

I need a new identity,

new goals,

different reasons,

loftier aspirations,

a new home;

winter approaches,

when you’re young

you see things through

different eyes,

you see the world

in terms of possibilities

not finalities and dead end streets,

you assume the best

without looking for the worst,

you still have hope;

now you sit around waiting for the

check to come in the mail,

the roller coaster ride almost finished,

the thrills almost gone,

just one more left;

it will come soon enough;

you wonder if you’ll ever stop

being afraid again,

but you know you will

there is One so much greater,

calming your fears,

soothing your pain;

America you have nothing,

all your big trucks and fancy cars,

all your 500k homes,

paid for with blood and

borrowed time;

nothing;

in the end they will rust and

crumble into the ground,

they are nothing

without the LORD.

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