Monday, December 05, 2005

On The Streets

One finds out,
When given the opportunity,
What life is worth.
It’s worth another
And sometimes a few.
Until the lines blur,
Then something else settles in
And you wonder
How it was you arrived here.

1 comment:

shyloh's poetry said...

Troy just awesome. I was writing another "shyloh's silent moments" and was thinking how in the summer I swim and the ants get blown in my pool. I would help them out of the water and would wonder, how did you get here haha.

Of course not in the water but into our realm.
This one poem made me think of that.

(smile)