Grab the day
with hot hands.
Hold tight to life.
Let trouble wash
away like dust
from a voyage.
Grab the day.
It will not
come again.
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Author:
Trenz Pruca (
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In these times of lockdown and shielding many of us are finding a lot more time on our hands that we have ever experienced before in our adult lives.
Your piece has found the right time in all our lives for us to focus on your words.
But there is so much danger, especially for unfit older people like me, so we find ourselves somewhat limited to go out there and make life happen.
Hey Dusk! Life seems to happen even if we don't go and make it happen don't you think? So we can just roll with the quieter times....... we'll make it!
The clock still rotates, the sun and moon do their thing but I stay home, not going out at all. Hardly life happening like it used to or ought to. And just to add insult to injury i seem to have aquired the ability to snooze a lot.
I am loving it at home...... must be something wrong with me. However someone once told me that she felt women did better at home than men.......... because we know how to putter better......... there's a poem.
Thank you. I am also an oldie. Sometimes writing my poems is about all I can seize in any one day.
Good ones for keeping spirits up even in virus days.......
Thank you. Virus, politics, climate change -- we need to find thing to keep our spirits up.
So true each day and each moment are so special.
Andy
Thank you. They become more and more special as we grow older.
Howe true your last sentence Trenz - - this day will not come again so grabbing it makes lots of sense.
simple, yet undeniably life affirming
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