Not working

The pain of life not working

Not Working

 

His motorcycle started just once more,

He laid down next to it on the cold, cement floor.

No one could hear the cycle’s roar

Behind the solid, closed garage door.

His life was just not working anymore.

 

She lives each day close to tears,

Going on with no one near.

She would never choose to end it all

But she is ready for her Lord to call.

Would anyone know if she slipped away,

When there is none to connect with day to day?

Her life is just not working anyway.

 

That is not what I am choosing,

But I do not like what I am doing.

After my past few years of living

I can see my life is not working.

Instead of enjoying life beyond measure,

I keep choosing short term pleasure.

 

The choices I am making need to change.

My life for His I must exchange.

Looking for comfort in a relationship,

Needs to change to Christ’s worship.

I need to make choices for Christ my King,

Cause things right now are not working.