while the wind wrestles

more leaves from the trees

and the doom curled in

so very naturally

each day I wake with

pain and each night I

go to sleep with pain

but the inspirational stories

just keep pouring in and out

like giant feeling of the tide

of the ocean that is my brain

and I will not rest until later in life

when the clock

will choose a block

and the final grains of sand

are gathering fast

within the hourglass

but I hope some of my

actions and words

can make a person’s day better

and that is what I strive to do

But the test is if

the red sunset will tell me

was it eventually the best

that I could be

and I gave everything I am

to you