Thin Lines Poem by Smoky Hoss

Stay up late, get up early,
pour coffee in a dirty cup,
sure life is good, but really
there's just never enough-

The corn on the hill
is getting quite tall,
the thin line between summer and winter
is a short fall-

These sit ups and push ups are supposed to help
or so I am told,
no matter what though
I'm still getting weary and old-

The knees they say are the first to go
and then, the heart isn't far behind,
it's one long battle
between age and mankind-

The harder we try
the harder we fall,
in the end, we just
lay down and crawl-

Life is a very thin line
drawn between losing and winning,
likewise love, a thin division
between salvation and sinning-