Shouldn’t you be alive on the banks
Arm in arm with a damsel who thinks
The world shines deeply out from your heart
And from here, every breath gives her a start
Take time, tarry a while and give thanks
Category: limerick
Draw (day 840)
These are the moments we gather in life
Scattered with good and including some strife
But to turn off, turn away
To delay my way for another day
I will not; enchanted, I draw my knife