PIDDLING AWAY
my first poem - written - Sept 27, 2022
This one came about one morning around 4a.m. I woke and could not go back to bed. For some reason I kept thinking of my father, my granddads, my brother, my own self, my boys and how much time we waste. Not to say that our lives are a waste, not at all, but, instead, that we tend to dwell on that of little meaning sometimes. And before we know it, that lifespan is reaching its end and what have we done with it? There's more to life than the daily grind, our things, and what others think of us. We don't have time to hate others, be mad over nothing, or to ignore our loved ones.
So go and enjoy your life to the fullest.
I hope you enjoy and
may God bless you...