AT DAYS END
By LIMITLESS
The formal way
Of courses lay upon muddy ground directed by ruts
To
A poverty mindset
But I,
Course correct
Looking up to see the guide to the new
The same view of lost ships set a drift
Moon-shines, stars reach with a light hand, & morning intrudes on it all
My heart calls
Too new ways of thought finding self-resting in wealth more than monetary
Values of truth speak magnitudes upon the ears of the youth
At
Hearts closing I find the rose of life still growing
Into perfection with every lesson
Still hoping for a passing grade
When my soul is examined
At
The end of days promised….