Wednesday, March 5, 2014


Quit Quit
It would be fun to sit.
Here a little,
There a little.

Finding time to enjoy,
The heart of a boy.
To write down my feelings
So all could know my dealings.

So others could look through my eyes
Into the sky.
But alas only few make it,
To find the calling in lit.

Try I must
before I bust.
If I have not tried
Then I have already died.

I may make it
Or I may sit.
Until I know
I should not blow
Out the candles of hope
As if on dope.

©2014 Brady L.B.

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