That we are given
Are not ours to keep
All we get is the moment
A minnow of time to borrow
And soak up sunshine days
Birdsong gifts of stormy winds
And the thunder in our hearts
Having felt the wonder of irony
And reflected hard on my life
I say let the tears fall like raindrops
Drenching the soul cleansing
That awful sad gasp of growth
And pain each and every day
Jeffrey SpahrSummers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-things/
