POEM: "LAST CHANCE"

LAST CHANCE (January 18, 2014)

Don’t know what to say.

Not sure what to do.

I gave it my best.

With life’s treasures I have been blest.

Something’s still wanting; so much left undone.

The harvest lies under a blistering sun.

So I ask and each day pray,

That our selfishness diminish a little each day.

We fuss, pout and shout, and all the rest,

But we find it hard to listen so as to know what is best.

As we age, I ask that we take a stance, take a place.

The last chance for us all is a State of Grace!

                        By: Karla