Better days
Come after the ones
That feel
Like they will never end
Today I pretend
To make it to tomorrow
For tomorrow will be
The best day
Yet
Better Days
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Tag Archives: Writing
Risks
The risk
Seeps in
As the shore
Recedes
In the evening tide
When the water is high
The risks we take
Define a life
Or a mistake
So tread with caution
In a world set on
Confusion
And take a risk
Worth the life
Ahead
Celebrating Autumn: The Beauty of Seasonal Orange
The color of the fall
Is set upon us
As we await the
Bringing of new season
To our eyes
Skin
Ears
So set up the orange pumpkin
In it’s seasonal place
Upon the entrance
Where the friends
And neighbors can see
The sign of the season
Ahead of me
Carry Through
When time itself
Has collapsed on your heart
Know that who can
Hold you up
Is never far
To carry love through
A world of cold
To make the broken
Whole
To stand next to each other
Differences shining
The path tougher we will
Be finding
So hold these hopes
To be the truth
No matter what the word
Tells you
The Facade of Justice: Reflections in Verse
Object to the days rule
The judge high off in distant
Gown
Draped over the isle
Where I sit
Pretending to listen
To care
When I know that
The judge there is a facade
Of what we are supposed to feel
But I keep quiet
Keep my peace
For another day
Tearful
A tearful return
Through hope and sadness
Blend unimagined
To see through
The blurriness of tears
Fallen
One after the other
So take time today
To cherish those you love
And say
I love you
Trite
The medieval kind
Of living
Well overdone
Thinking
To see what a
World
Has to hold
Through the generations
What can I learn
From the mistakes of the past
To hold up the real future
To see what we are
Capable of
The Colorful Journey of Crayons in Our Memories
What memories are tied
To the small
Color stick
Created in
And created for
Creation of the mind
To take one color
At a time
To believe in a world
Full of the colorful light
I see the crayon
The way I had seen it
Before
In my youth
Through eyes
That have grown sore
Southern
A southern twist
To the week
When we are in the open
Holding hands with the future
Of our own trials
And tribulations
So a southern move
Is in store
For the world
And for my now
Sights
Little Time
What time we have
Has to be the most we can do
From the thin line of youth
To the ages of time
And wisdom
The wasted few
Regret what was left
Behind
So know to live
With hope on
Your side
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