My life is a struggle <br />To keep words small <br />And thoughts big; <br />To speak precisely, and <br />Rest without sleeping. <br /> <br />Each day I lose <br />And have to begin again. <br /> <br />I fill myself with <br />Noble sayings, and <br />Seek quiet emptiness <br />At the banks of a river <br />That slips gently over <br />Round, speckled stones. <br /> <br />Each day I lose <br />Because I have closed my eyes. <br /> <br />Today I watch the sparrows, <br />Frail and nervous, <br />Hating to walk, <br />Waiting to fly, <br />Hoping to wake to the stars. <br /> <br />Today I shall lose, <br />To those elusive stars.<br /><br />Gary Witt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-expanding-universe/
