Now, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow
Posted: 2017-06-29 01:31:11 UTC
I do not have the guts to see kids grow up helpless,
from wonders to vain.
I do not have the guts to see beauty fade to oldness,
with a heart fill by defintion than to be excused from space and rooms of virgins.
I do not have the guts to get to know further from ugliness,
its lines of complicity and wrinkles of laws and ghosts.
I do not have the guts to speak as the Christ,
in time of begining to end is a particle of plan to expect the unexpect.
My gut is to live God's desire before God give me another breath.

This poem has no votes yet
To vote, you must be logged in.
To leave comments, you must be logged in.