Instant Is Our Day Poem by James McLain

If I have taken less or more for truth.
When now I know whats best I never knew.
I was for ever young and in my youth.
Wisdom,
recon-pence because those times.
I am for that
I'll always be are you as well, now sorry.

Of that my life
I can not live a second time around.
This my life the next.
And my flaws
so many were and they still are.
Busy little bees the candle wick they burn surrounds.
Once again I ask the sun.
As I wind down, but wisdom never came.

I do not mind the sweat of that from which I came.
Mountains slowly hide their face.
The rivers slow their flow.
The cover of the sea will hide us all when in the end.
Compared to many to the few mistakes I made.




j.l.b.