My Life

Sometimes taking chances is being alive and not to be taken too seriously..

My Life

My life is gathering dust about my ankles.
Fear is cementing my feet to the ground.
I feel like a tree that’s attached to the earth.
Though, no one that I want is around.

Perhaps, I should worry about something else.
Gather flowers and not tend to the weeds.
Pick out a time and place of my own choosing.
Then pluck the sweet fruit that I need.

Go out and take chances to feel as I want.
Seek out and make love with a passion.
Giggle and laugh and juggle my chips.
Hold them and try not to cash in.

One of a dozen of life’s inner struggles.
Not to be lost and not easily won.
Smile at myself as I know that I can.
Allow and absorb all my sun.