Tripped Up

I wanted to go to sleep tonight
But something caught my eye;

Was it the Laker game? No,

I think not.  Perhaps the homemade

apple pie.

It must have been that little

bug that flit around the light.

With all the world abuzz with plights

And a universe to scan

Those little noseeums found their way inside

my house ;

I turned my eyes on them.

So, life is life and on they fly

directly toward the flame–

then sizzle, crackle, burnt to dust

I wonder why they came.

I wonder if the greater God looks on us that way.

What impression have we made when

life gives us away?

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