and coils tightly,
around the heart
...the eyes moist slightly
when all you want
is your epitaph to read:
lived a nice and happy person,
you are slapped by someone of your deeds
the head is spinning
ears are ringing
there is a numbness
but it is screaming
screaming with reality
of what I have lost
of what was mine,
what I should have cherished the most
why are the lessons lost over time?
how many chances will life offer?
god gifts few priceless gems
but showered countless in my coffer
they'll shine for you;
they love you, they'll shine some more.
So, no matter how dark the clouds,
never lose the ones, you they adore
some i lost.
some i have.
some i threw,
faulted in judging value of many, perhaps.
Time to take this as the last lesson
life anyway gives only a few.
else, soon the last of the gems will slither away defeated,
all left then will be just you, you and you