Eye Has Spoken Poem by chas garcia

Childhood, teenage, adult, than retire,
Prepare for life rapid descent,
For then every one to leave something behind
as they use up, all allotted space and time.

For everyone it is the same, what you have left, is what you sow,
You cannot blame yourself for more or better.

Never mind the bitterness of time, when you were young, it does not matter what you did or didn't do.

As time goes on and the end is near, we had it or we didn't.

For life is as a raindropp in a bucket, drip by drip, when full cannot receive another drop, the rain that drips, now drops.

For very few will remember the stones we kick, as we walk along the path,
no one pays attention if they get broken, lye there in half.

Just because they are hard outside as we are to understand, does not mean no visible cracks inside.