When looking for a foothold,
the chance of a bargain certainly eats away
integrity as might be imagined.
While walking one evening,
it did suddenly dawn on me, in a rise
of agony, how disturbing is loss.
Perhaps one day when right
an adage so often felt to emote
would be my saving Grace.
I told a friend just the other day,
he agreed with me and the two of us
laughed until we figured out why.
If time is truly a capsule,
I wonder about perhaps hatching
new ideas to squander the old.
I once knew where the open door
would wait for my forever determined
outlook upon open windows.
To feel the necessary energy
capable of creative opportunity,
would be that life is true.