A poem about getting older.

I get in a strange mood when I don’t sleep much at night for extended periods of time.

What is time? Does anyone really have it on their hands?

How our daily worries make us forget the big picture. We tend to forget the enormity of our existence when we are worrying about every single item on the list of things to do in a day.

On God, and Him sending angels down to earth to help us through are hard times.