Ny dikt.

Some bear the weight throughout their lives
Never asking why
Some dare to dream but not to live
Until the day they die
Some see the cross but not the light
Shining in their eye
Some try to run but always walk
Even though it makes them cry

We know so much, yet cannot see
The truth for all the lies
We need to feel a touch of spring
In the winter of our lives

What message do you seek my friend
Whispering through the pines?
What goals will you abandon now?
What will you leave behind?

When you leave this worldly life
What will you have to show?
What will you give?
What will you take?
What is there left to know?

Owen Laws