the palm that is your life
the paths you chose,
the fine people you met,
the artery line coming lose,
the flow of blood,a gush of warm
blood a tap let lose in icu
all those people you desperately
try to hang onto,but could not.
others you hope to never meet again.
but teach us lessons a guru
the dance of life is it written
or foretold, and why does each
branch seem so seperate from the last,
the struggle of choice that
haunts us..such is a life
copyright phil whiteley