For some reason, I wanted to write a poem

tonight when I got home.


I don’t know how to write one, but that’s okay.

I’m going to write one anyway.


Maybe it’s the many things in my head that need to come out.

Better to write it out, I suppose, than it is to shout.


One more day, one more line,

in this story of life that’s mine.


Today these lines are true.

They are to me and I hope to you.


Writing true lines feels good to me.

The truth really can set you free.


The older I get, the more I learn,

the slower I want the days to turn.


Day in, day out, life passes us by.

In an instant, it’s time to say goodbye.


I am here now, to enjoy this ride,

until my time comes to go out with the tide.


Why am I here? I know why.

To love every moment until it’s time to say bye.


These are my simple words.

Tonight, it’s all I have to say.


Maybe another poem on another day.

– Ryan