The Ledge
Standing on the ledge of life
Wondering what it's all been for
Which way life’s chips will fall
Not searching for the exit door
If I’m really here at all I must
take on the obstacles presented
I’m nowhere I ever planned to end up
No place I’d choose to be indented
Just camping on the ledge of life
I cannot believe I’m here at all
Blown here on the breath of life
Stranded trying not to fall
Should a second chance be gained
Would I rise up to meet the task?
or would I make the same mistakes?
That is the question we all must ask.
copyright Michael King