Essence of My Living

No matter how I breathe
or try to fill my lungs,
it finds its way into me
my being held in it rungs.

Procession without hinder
a course unto its own,
surrounds and captivates me
amount I have on loan.

Moments taken in the day
to stop and smell the roses,
pungent fragrance fills my soul,
quantifying life’s supposes.

Its waiting each and ever morn
as day conquers the night,
joins me without asking,
always welcome never trite.

Decisions what to do with it
are mine and mine alone.
Karma will come back to me
I’ll reap that which I’ve sown.

So for today my quality
of life relates to giving,
cause I believe that I will weave
with essence of my living.

Copyright © 2008 Ronald J. Edwards