The Light is Amber
For years life has
been a race track,
the light always green,
nothing unforeseen
to impede my speeding
flow on the go!
Smoking, drinking,
never thinking ‘bout
gas tank becoming empty!
Now the stoplight
is changing
from green to amber,
on horizon red is rising
getting closer every day!
The light is amber,
I better slow down
to be around
a bit longer;
red may become
my satin lined bed!
Gerald Heyder is a published poet from Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
It's a long road, but towards the end it doesn't seem so long... Very nice...
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ReplyDelete"red may become my satin lined bed." What a great way to sum up when we finally see the yellow light.
love,
Kathy
Thank you for these kind comments for Gerald. He is a prolific and widely published poet. It's so good to have his words to share with you. Gerald, I appreciate having you a part of our writing community. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Karen