The older you get, the clearer it is to realize, we are the sum of what came before, and build from there....Pax A
 

That Held Up All The Rest
 
My soul was like a city
The "capital" of me
Surrounded by the slums of loss
Meek spirit's poverty
 
With roads connecting regions
Some prospered , others not
Depending on my season
And harvest of my lot
 
The lay of roadways has not changed
Yet run in disrepair
The buildings and the sidewalks
Stand worried by the ware
 
Echoes fill the cornors
Conquered by the winds
All that marked this life before
Is somewhere deep within
 
Buried on the sands of time
Were new levels seated
Upon the last, and crumbled
Faulted.....yet.....oh so needed
 
The first was built without a plan
And tho, not a success
It was the soul, with outstretched  hand
That held up all the rest

Pax
A
9/13/06