Borrowed time;-
Given in grace, in a faraway place, I think I know why, because I’m a lucky kind of guy, until my work is done and complete, standing in bare feet, on a reef , it beggars belief, but wait, listen and you will hear, the tide is on a cusp, neither in or out, midway you could say, lapping the shore, waves and days, hours and minutes,
You know the score, time is precious and delicious, out here the sea is full of fishes, the sun arcs the sky, the stars light the night, into the creative zone I take flight, words and pictures, they leave a mark in time, this space is mine, if not to your liking that’s fine, but I’ve earned the right to be here, have no fear, my heart is true, the only paint I’ve got is blue.
Anthony Mc Gann.
3/6/22.
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Borrowed time;-
Given in grace, in a faraway place, I think I know why, because I’m a lucky kind of guy, until my work is done and complete, standing in bare feet, on a reef , it beggars belief, but wait, listen and you will hear, the tide is on a cusp, neither in or out, midway you could say, lapping the shore, waves and days, hours and minutes,
You know the score, time is precious and delicious, out here the sea is full of fishes, the sun arcs the sky, the stars light the night, into the creative zone I take flight, words and pictures, they leave a mark in time, this space is mine, if not to your liking that’s fine, but I’ve earned the right to be here, have no fear, my heart is true, the only paint I’ve got is blue.
Anthony Mc Gann.
3/6/22.