The smallest of efforts

Can provide

The highest

Good

So we must

Adhere

When we can

If we could

The days go by

And not a word

Is said or thought

About the past

Memories

That we have

In a way

We forget the old

To welcome the new

Me and

You

I yearn for the past

I yearn for the future

I don’t know what to expect

When I can’t go any further

So I take the moments

I get

In this life

To be thankful

For what I have

Word play

On an uneven day

Of wonder and

Remorse

Of course

The way ahead

Is to not lay dead

But to embrace

What will be

The future

Of you

And me

A resigning expose

Of letters

And words

From the worms

To the birds

The words that

Proliferate

Change

Have come due

It is very

Strange

At odds

Or bad odds

It seems odd

That the goal

Is to stagnate

The straight

Line of progress

So we sit in limbo

No matter where

We

Go

Along the path

Frequently travrled

I have made moves

Many a times

As the time goes

So my belongings go

Ahead into a new plqve

A new state

Of mine

As they say

On the given day

Arrival has been made

To make me appreciate

The new beginnings

That we have had

Over the time

On the planet

Tiger window

From the old

Chair

Sitting in the house

Closest to the corner

Of the street

An old magazine

Was what would keep

The tiger

In

The window

One labored move

A moment

Was all it took

For the feeble crook

To lay his hands

On the mighty prize

Of common understanding

And delusional lies

But once the captured had

Been taken

There was no mistaken

That a feeble crook

Had the

World

All shook