Picture courtesy of Danilo Rizzuti
The birth of the first
If you haven’t been born then I suppose you can’t die.
One brought into this world it seems to laugh or cry;
bursting out from the bubble into reality,
dreams still far, far away across an endless sea.
It’s a sad situation with eternity’s child,
eyes that open and see a glimpse of Nature wild.
Catch the breath of creation; gulp it deep down inside.
Feel it surge through your being as you slip and slide.
Look up into the future shining there high above.
Will it be full of promise or just words of love?
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Picture courtesy of Kenneth Cratty
Lost journey
I’ll take a train to Who Knows Where
and on alighting I’ll be there:
a place where I at last may find
one who will care and not remind.
lovely philospophical peom; thought-proovoking, well patterened.well done.
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i dont know which poem i like more
i do love that rail road photo though
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