Be Found Will there be another lost generationA different type perhapsBut lost never-the-lessI know you have already heard itWill this generation step up And be counted onOr fade into the backgroundNever to be heard from In any meaningful way Not much has yet been asked of youBut still you run away From this one responsibility…
The Last Time The last time comes more oftenThan we would like Especially as we get olderRarely is there any advanced warningThat this will be the last timeAnd that we should memorialize the momentLiving in a world of check lists It is business as usual We do not stop to savor the experience To marvel…
Fragility Life is housedIn the most fragile of vessels Try as we mightOur lives are livedBarely holding onTo the very tip Of that branch Which is supposed To secure our worldWe are exposed to the elementsMercilessly battered and beatenSheltered in a papery shellWhich we can only hope Will withstand the coming stormsBut we are habitually…
It Is Not the Same It is not the sameThe house already feels differentThough you have just departedThe telltale signs of your visit are all around usThe memories will linger on Past the New Year And well into the futureThe photographs will serve as windows To joyfully allow us to look back We will remember…
Fleeting Why do I find this tree more beautiful nowThan when it bloomed in the springAnd was then covered by leaves Bursting with lifeIn the summer sun Is it simply because I know That the rain drenched berries will soon surrender to the night’s frost And be forever gone As the tree falls prey to…
Perfection – the Last Act of Rebellion She knew it was an act of rebellion,nevertheless,she finished setting the tableand stepped back to take a look;the linens, china, silver, crystaland even the flowerswere all perfect,exactly as she had envisioned it;though she knew that she was all butalone in her appreciationfor what lay in front of her.…
JusticeA Eulogy Will there ever be justiceThat is all I prayed forI wanted justice It feels as if I am choking On my wordsBut I am not speechlessMy problem is quite the oppositeI have too many wordsBut they all say the same thingHow is this possible I step away And try to clear…
Change Change pounds on the doorWelcomed or notShe will not be ignoredThe only true constant In lifeIs changeShe will rush over youWith overpowering force and determination Knocking you to the groundLeaving you broken and baffled Unless you decide to surrenderTo the unrelenting truth That change is inevitable And even if embraced cautiouslyWith apprehension…
Besitos y Abrazos I keep checking the doorLooking through the peepholeJoyful in anticipationIt is not Christmas morningOr my birthdayNor is a long lost friend landing soonYet I run around the houseMaking sure everything is exactly as it should beFresh strawberries and grapesChocolate chip cookiesAnd cakeThere must always be cakeI step outside and look aroundWalking to…
you can see that you are almost done the pages yet to be turned are dwindling away and soon it will be finished but you are not ready for the feast to end regardless of how well you have eaten you want more more than those last few pages can satisfy so you step away…
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