The best of times
come at us slow,
The idea of life
is to find a glow.
Discovering, learning
the friends of growth.
We bob and weave
through the rain and snow.
Good weather comes
does it last?
Yes in season
enjoy it’s jazz
Eternal life expedient
all things being equal.
The sun sets on us,
the years are evil
If the days are so,
then the years do know.
How blind we are
to God and his Show.
A moment to assent
being born again,
is immediate, immortal
a surety plan
The Cross Fit To a T
added to Immorality
Demolishes Evil
ImmorTality
rKw Jr 012.04.22
Robert William Kelly American Poet b 1965 – born again 1993