Moments In Time
Only occasionally
Will life be defined
By exact moments in time
That will be remembered
Past the grave
These moments cannot exist
When we are a slave of self-pain
Or in the chaos of same
Or in the chains of wasted days
Or in self-inflicted boredom
Without freedom
They must be borne
In the exhilaration of new
Only known by a few
Then they will become the light
Locked in eyes
That alters time
Of those who refuse
To surrender
To the inevitability of man
To die with dark eyes
As they crave to become sand
Lonely Eyes Inside Of Wrinkles-
Texas Style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy
