Looking. Poem by D.A. Woods

Looking.



Taking it past the limit, is not always the best answer.
Look back from the edge - is this where you want to go?
Are you ready?
Are you sure?

We are passing last chance saloon here and only the wind will pass back round this time again.
And I shall be riding upon the stallion called entailment.
Are you sure you are ready?

Lets go.

Friday, January 1, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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