Discovering A Will Poem by Tony Stadick

Snow blown covered thoughts,
With warm conclusion in the wind,
Today we start tommorow,
And so far we never end,
Born to rise in time,
Till death we starve for more,
Truth be told we stumble,
As we search for what were for,
Find this then you'll follow,
What you wanted in the first,
A place to call your home,
And a cup to quench your thirst,
Old, wornout, and brittle,
In this chair you'll breathe your last,
Still worn through with worry,
Their's no time to live the past.