Sometimes

Sometimes...
We sink like stones
Into a watery pit of bones

Sometimes...
We run around in a hurry
Waiting for our trial by jury

A jury of one, the one we miss
Waiting on some sign of forgiveness

Our heart aches as we remember
Each month from January through December

Sometimes...
We deserve everything that we get
The good and the bad that makes us fret

Sometimes...
We think we are entitled to it all
These thoughts come just before the fall