Quit

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.