I've got little left on this rock:
Save for my wits
My pride
And a few seconds on the clock.
But it's all I'll ever need, you see:
For I fear not death
Nor hell
And certainly not the truth that is me.
Very poignant in one way and very enlightening in another.Like how you judge a half a glass. I do love it and still owe you ,your writing is and can be very inspiring. Thank You :) Patty
Love the last line, Ev. A very revealing poem.
:)