The Crossing Of Two Paths Poem by gregory collins

A little wind knows better than i,
that all hope fits in a child's hand.
Like the crossing of two paths is what i crave

and my heart keeps me standing here.
Thinking my name will live longer
in all of the flowers that bring the sun closer.

But what we have done to ourselves,
and how we have let promises never be kept.
Has eternity too drunk and the clock stopped.
It has the tears in my eyes drowning in everyone's life.