Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way.
In heedless youth, with innocence bedight,
The heart's true freedom, by time, is put to slight.
Oh, valor lost, in age's solemn gaze,
As years' cares, like chains, their toll displays.
Yet in the echoes of a child's sweet strain,
Lingers a melody, free from life's disdain.
......
Dejection in life
Makes me more reflective
I feel relieved
As poetry turns effective
In the deep gloom
Engulfing all my happiness
With no blooms
In my utter hopelessness.
Hard days fly away
......
I have hope and I have joy and I have these feelings of the soul
I rejoice in the ability to feel with the fingertips that seem like a divine gift,
the feelers printed with symbols and circles so archaic
I run these gifts across every surface they come across,
with permissions I ask the wooden table so far from home if I can feel its grooves,
I ask my enemies if I can shake their hands,
I ask if I can judge the sharpness of the blade
I ask if I can feel the fungi, or the leaves or trees,
I ask Mother Nature if I can run my hands through her tallgrass,
Though I’d never be worthy enough to even attempt to braid her eternal hairs
......
I have hope and I have joy and I have these feelings of the soul
I rejoice in the ability to feel with the fingertips that seem like a divine gift,
the feelers printed with symbols and circles so archaic
I run these gifts across every surface they come across,
with permissions I ask the wooden table so far from home if I can feel its grooves,
I ask my enemies if I can shake their hands,
I ask if I can judge the sharpness of the blade
I ask if I can feel the fungi, or the leaves or trees,
I ask Mother Nature if I can run my hands through her tallgrass,
Though I’d never be worthy enough to even attempt to braid her eternal hairs
......
Upon life's stage where shadows weave their play,
A fleeting waltz where mortals find their way.
In heedless youth, with innocence bedight,
The heart's true freedom, by time, is put to slight.
Oh, valor lost, in age's solemn gaze,
As years' cares, like chains, their toll displays.
Yet in the echoes of a child's sweet strain,
Lingers a melody, free from life's disdain.
......
Dejection in life
Makes me more reflective
I feel relieved
As poetry turns effective
In the deep gloom
Engulfing all my happiness
With no blooms
In my utter hopelessness.
Hard days fly away
......