I whimsically scoff, as most men will laugh,
Winters cold frost, melts in the past.
And spring washes anew, under the sun,
And gives its prelude, like bullets to guns.
I wish it would stay, spring and the fall,
Never to fray, comfort and all.
Goodbye to the cold, farewell the heat,
Each day is perfect, the weather a treat.
And birds they will dig, scurry and fly,
As they whistle and sing, none catches the eye.
Winter too cold, summer too hot,
Their story gets old, love for them not.
There is always today, happy or sorrowful
Here I will lay, and hope there’s a tomorrow.
There’s no guarantee, in the morn you will wake,
Each day a gift, another breath you will take.
Make each moment count, not taken for granted,
As the earth it goes round, reality slanted.
At least in this life, each day in the blue,
There’s struggle and strife, you’ll learn something new.
So cherish the now, and the future untold,
As we stand in a row, waiting and told.
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Carpe diem they say. Enjoy the day. In metaphor the same cycles of life roll on. Nicely penned
Thank you for this lovely poem, a reminder of what we too often fail to see in the busyness of life. You capture the beauty of being in each precious moment. Love it!!
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