Russell G. Robison

THE PLAY

Taking on each day
With all the hope that I can free
Knowing if I lose my hold
That is the end for me

I’ve held on for a long time,
Gone far on down the line
While those supposed to know
Advised that I was in decline

I know I cling too tightly
But I know no other way
Next time I lose my grip
Will be the last act in the play