Village Idiot Publishing
(C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
BORROWED TIME
Early morning, and a dismal day,
My joy is depleted, but I'm not yet sad.
Summer was torture, with no retreat;
Now we sit and ponder, will rain be at our feet.
Five long days waiting, for a burst of life,
But trickles aren't inviting, they only make it worse.
And as the jobs move away,
We see a distant time;
When dust and wind ruled the land,
And desert was our name.
Emphatically we see our end, and pray it will not come.
But who can say, what tomorrow will bring,
When grief and sorrow rule.
A hopeless time for one and all,
Save the ones who sell our desire.
No brotherly love to help us out,
And give the cattle feed.
Just easy money, at our expense,
And a free ride off our grief.