(c) 2018 Edward York


As slumber dies and I awake,

My memories are still asleep.

So I start out with just a few,

The ones that aren't too deep.


Each day starts much like the rest,

We don't know what it will yield.

With challenges still unresolved,

And some not yet revealed.


Situations call you to keep your head,

Not buried in the sand.

Decisions have to be made sometimes,

And you must take a stand.


It is often like the tiny flame,

That just attracts our gaze.

If it is left without control,

It can turn into a blaze.

  • Author: lasergraph (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 31st, 2018 09:28
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • orchidee

    A fine write laser.

  • poetboy5454

    Wow, this poem displays stupendous control, craftsmanship, and flow; a fine poem!

    • lasergraph

      I appreciate that. I observe and then I write.

    • Goldfinch60

      Very good write. Each day has different challenges for us to face.

      • lasergraph

        I think challenges are meant to keep us from getting bored. I am rarely bored.

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