Matthew Lyle Landsman

There are lines I draw, and lines I cross.
Lines I bend and lines I mend…
Lines I keep, and lines I toss.
Lines I follow and lines I send.
Lines I embrace, and lines that vanish without a trace.
Lines I borrow, and lines I lend.
Lines I stand in, and lines I shun.
We’re blessed with lines that appear as time goes by…
from decades of smiles, laughs and cries.
When two are joined; a receiving line.
When one departs; a viewing line.
Lines I remember, some I can’t recall.
Lines we’re asked to walk, some we’re asked to talk.
Lines in airports, lines in the sky…
that come from distant jets after many good byes.
Lines on the interstate that show us where we could go…
and lines in the good book that help us decide the path to follow.
Speaking of which, this is the last line,
and it’s telling me it’s time to go….MLL