As I sat, cold and hungry
In the rain, not knowing
If anyone cared,
Pondering, would anybody
Miss me? I was just another
Figure on the list
Tomorrow will be better,
I’d think,
Dark dismal thoughts
Flooded my brain
Not knowing if I’d get
A bed for the night
Or have to face the
Night
Life flashed before
My eyes, could I make it?
Could I?
Now I look back
Wonder how I
Survived.
Autumn will come
Trees will bow down
Layering their colourful leaves
On the ground.
Winter will come
Snowflakes will fall
Covering the city
In a blanket of white.
Spring will come
Flowers will bloom
Filling the hearts of loved ones
With joy.
Summer will come
Swimming pools
Bar-b-ques
Autumn will return
Again
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Do you feel that failure is your enemy?
Make it your best friend
After all, it taught you so many things.
If not then stop dreaming about
Being another Thomas Alva Edison!
My skin the skin
of oil lamps, musty
carpets, a splintered
wooden table with fire engine
paint on it,
set me in the corner
thinking about the proverbial
good old days.
Raise your hand
if you dance
Raise your voice
if you hurt
Raise your children
with respect
there are no guarantees
We all gather
in the yard telling
stories, but the stories
go nowhere
but to winning
games, empty lives
empty houses waiting
to be filled up.
with no identified source or says who
the aarp cards have expiration dates
but birth certificates don’t have any
so live each day as if it were your first
be playful, excited, try the impossible
there never are any dress rehearsals
nothing really counts, no final scores
Wisdom
Not doing multiple times that which never worked
Kindness
Not doing multiple times that which hurts
Boredom
Doing multiple times
Absence
Not doing
Existence
Doing
The casual way I flipped through the pages sickened me
I thought of typhoid fever in the sub-tropics
shipwrecks that become fish condominiums under the sea
the homeless man outside in the rain who never once smiled
for lack of teeth
and the way I watched the stairs to see the legs
that would come down them,
then the faces which were always a disappointment,
I felt a sudden aversion
as though distaste and fasting had become the same thing
when I wasn’t looking…
closing my eyes to sun tracers
I decided to flip through six more pages,
then be done with the thing.
It clouds the mind,
Misty vapor
Dark and foreboding
Shadows passing in the shade,
Memories,
Not knowing when
The light might shine again
Seeing beyond the haze
That dwells within our own
Thoughts.