Living our Lives

It is a knowledge
We live for
It is a learned thing
At the feet of our elders
It is the knowing in
Brown eyes
Of lifes lived before
And the weight, our
Souls groan with.
It is a pressing
On the spirit
Of time running out
Of whirlwind acts
Of fear that rides
The spine.
It is a searching
That goes on forever
It is a need that
Speaks on the wind
It is a want in the heart
It is a light in the eyes
It is a shining so bright
A joy to know
It is living our lifes.


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