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Optomism With A Touch Of The Ordinary
A Classic
My first day
To many other people it's their second
Where people act as if they did before
Not missing one beat
Going through their own rituals
I wonder if they realize
The path they follow
Neither time
Nor day
Are my thoughts free ?
Rising and falling
Hiding behind the white clouds
Scattered high in the sky
Loosely pieced together
By an invisible string
I hear voices of little ones
Talking to their Ma and Grandma
As the two boys bond
Where their sister is happy
Within an arms distance of her sweet mom
What thoughts can I explain
That will speak
Of the life I have uncovered
Following hidden promises
That were made years ago
A common bond
Soon they will leave
Their empty seats lie still
Living off an adrenaline rush
To carry them through
Just as I have found
Their pure energy to tap into
Comments
Voted up and beautiful. Lovely sentiments in this poem.
What a beautiful note! Thank you from my heart. God bless, Sparklea :)
Dream On: voted up and beautiful. I could really visualize it all. "going through their own rituals" is such a true statement. I have started a list in my journal of changes I want to make, little ones that eventually add up to not only a great journey but the feeling of accomplishment.
By the way, I had an email you sent me in my inbox to answer and my computer is acting up terrible...getting a lot of unwanted phishing emails, and a few days ago, like a big 'poof' everything in my inbox vanished!
If you STILL have that email could you resend it to me so I can answer it?
It was such a lovely note. It has been so hectic and I am so behind with the hubs...and I am slowly trying to catch up.
Thank you for this beautiful write. Blessings, Sparklea :)
Deep thoughts, Michael, pondering on these words might encourage us to a meaningful purpose helping our fellowman .
Voted interesting.
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