# Way't... Author: Jiblits Tags: Poetry, Point of View, Short Story, slice of life Way't... Slow to the music, fast to the times I admit a few memories of stepping over a dollar to pick up the dimes Money never a part, the places I saw worth while I keep close to heart, fondly daunting with a smile Luck more than most of my adventures, the moments ended well enough to recall Always wondered about the saying, the rise before the fall Have to admit, these days those thoughts are forgotten Their fears & worry, are all decayed & rotten I don't mind the ruins I ran from, or the paths I decided to trace back I did what I wanted, what I thought was right, for that, I feel I can give myself some slack To those who knew me more than a friend  Trust me, what if situations need no longer weigh heavy, my back no longer wants to bend Hearts broken, heal with time, words so tenderly spoken, aren't worth a dime Somehow I found friends among people who before, I wouldn't give a day My resolve hasn't weakened, I've jus become docile when bearing my teeth before getting  carried away Such a life, I can honestly say, I don't have with regret At least for what is, & will be, there's nothing yet... Opinions never truth, plans ever open to unknown change Life still priceless, the amount for what it is ever strange So, for now I keep to the trying side of what I feel & find Subtle each step, I forget where to begin, ever wandering in mind Daydreams it seems guide this body into troubles of opportunity & chance For everything to be or not, I go slow into that fated dance ---Thanks for reading---                                      ---Always--- (Written listening to:    The Band - the weight)   Source: https://sofurry.com/s/pnGXO4j1