PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

in this body

as imperfect as it is

that can

love

work

laugh

grow

and

dance

I see so much

promise

and all the like

tomorrow's hope

one might say

at a perfect snap shot worthy glance

she invites me in

pours me a warm, soothing cup of sweetened tea

and bids me

welcome

to alas join her in thee

self reflection that is

and future plans yet conceived

ah but for one long and lingering last look

silently together we shamelessly stare

being frankly impolite

but oh so amazingly aware

the grand first prize

is to me the self admittedly absorbed's fair

where as my eyes

choose otherwise

to remain ever so vividly clear

facing front forward and center

for one never can for tell

exactly what today could bring

some unforseen misery so sorely sewn

its shear

a quick pinch of gobbled up happiness

or  a sad, lingering dash of mule despair

well

'Whichever, The Whatever Weathered Weary Way'

we must at least plant the seeds of preparation

for to have our eventual say

for the lessons themselves shall be learned

for fractioned into the vast equations of life

all indeed does go according to plan

the term accident solely hails from the too small

mind of man

with grief genuine

such theory i sound proof..................

(Feb. 2, 1999)