A Different Drummer

I’ve been posturing my position
perhaps a bit too much.
Undoubtedly more than most,
perhaps my thoughts a crutch.

 

Surely I could have done more
with the talents that God gave.
Undoubtedly undeveloped,
shared thoughts above my grave.

 

A fleeting deer, a gentle breeze,
kind words from lips are passed.
A mourning dove, coos with ease,
sweet life can move too fast.