Life Is Passing Me By

Everything is going, going,
Almost gone.
How can I stop it?
Or just hang on?
I can’t get the message.
The point is so vague.
I can’t figure out
The mistake I’ve made.
What have I done
To lose so much?
What’s taking away
My magical touch?
How can it all
Just fall apart?
I know I can still love.
I feel it in my heart.
Somebody help me.
Saving my dying life.
I just want someone
To break the strife.
Soul searching… help.
I’m quickly getting weak.
I can’t take the emptiness.
My eyes begin to leak.

12-22-1992 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Concerned Child

Once God had a child who wrote,
But soon felt so empty.
What could she possibly say
That wasn’t tempting?
She had written all her discoveries
And lessons of strife.
Yet now there was nothing of interest
To the writer with no life.
What could it take to show her
She’s so very wrong?
That God is always there
And will help her to be strong?
Give it time, young one.
God will appear in time.
You must have faith for now
And keep God within your mind.

1-11-1990
Written by Gail Brookshire