These days, every day is a gift….
but then again, it has always been that way!
The significance of being becomes more significant
the closer one gets to the horizon
Freedom becomes being able to get up every morning
have breakfast and enjoy the day
Rumblings of disease and discord are stealing our rainbows
along with the imaginary pot of gold!
The simple life we longed for is now a never ending experience
leaving us ready // itching to get out an about once more
Death has always been on the horizon for each of us
It is just a part of our life experience at any age
But, until that time let us enjoy the gift of life
For tomorrow things will change…
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Inspiration bits for this poem came from a poem by Paul V. Cannon. You can read his poem here:
A poem by Christine Bolton… you can read her poem here: