What if today you didn't have to be you
Knowing our inner child believes it true
No expectations to become or forget
Taking everyday as a precious gift
To be authentic in emotional process
Playing along in a role the soul fits
Embracing the body made for this
All contained in a mind of limitless
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Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I truly thank my 3rd child for helping me feel this and many, many others. I may not have as much time as I did and some days I cry because its all so overwhelming! But I wouldn't change anything thing to live a life loving my laughter and my tears.
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A fine write and bonny pics Dan! Can't see the clip.....
Dam it! Didn't have time to check but her mind moves are now there! I may do another poem just for that lol
"Taking everyday as a precious gift" is so very true Dan, every day is so precious.
Lovely young one Dan.
Andy
I've learnt from the best! I hear they bowl well too!
Why can’t we be whoever we want to be ... although sometimes feels difficult . Just good to be true to ourselves .
A nice piece of writing 🙂
Boom...true to ourselves, that's the key!
"To be authentic" - yes and that "inner child" is important to recognize such a positive and upbuilding read - - loved the pics of your family Dan. -
Always a pleasure to read your comments and grateful to your time. Yes, may we all see that inner child!
my feeble scribbling talents fail me, so I'll lean on true genius to express, what your words conveyed:
'When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, {a 'friend' to man}, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,--that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."
from 'Ode on a Grecian Urn' by John Keats
https://mypoeticside.com/show-classic-poem-14542
I don't lie and that was hard to my mine to get but as it is from you I'll give it another go later my friend lol...
Thanks for the smile
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