lifethrupoems

Is it the goal

The benefit

Or the cost

That defines

A movement

An aim

To one, it is the casualties

The losses

To another, it is the gains

Things acquired

Real or not

True or false

Stories written

Morals or achievements

Losses just steppingstones

Up to gold

Or winnings just material objects

Shiny pieces and labels

Choices to be made

Can success be without hardship?

Do others’ losses really matter?

Choose

The ends or the means

What is next

After this

Experience after experience

Wanderers lost in a dream

Stuck in yesterday

Worry about tomorrow

Where does this road lead

We need to stop

Moving, moving

Even when the now

Is just flying away

We need to stop

Wasting our lives

Worrying about the future

When the present is here

One-two-three

One-two-three

Air rushing past

Arms moving, changing

One-two-three

One-two-three

Mudras and poses

Telling of stories

One-two-three

One-two-three

Gracefulness in movement

Following life through tales

Or simply flailing

One-two-three

One-two-three

All is free

All is beautiful

Feel the joy of dance

Life can be seen

Through the pictures on the wall

Bubbling babies

And smiling parents

Were the pictures on the wall

Kids with backpacks 

And cartoon stars

Were the pictures on the wall

Laughing with friends

And all dressed up for prom

Were the pictures on the wall

Snaps of the home left behind

On a new, blank page

Were the pictures on the wall

And back again

To babies and smiles

A story retold, repeated

Experienced for generations

Told by the pictures on the wall

Mistakes made

Bottles broken

Lines askew

Problems created

Towers fallen

Seams unraveled

But in the end

Doesn’t really matter

Not perfect

Nothing needs to be

Right in it’s own way

So go out today

Embrace your wrongs

Soaring in the sky

Sky flashing by

Bringing clouds and seas

Mountains and city lights

Blue meets white

Seas of grey

Dolphins of birds

Leaping and jumping

Endless possibilities

Right within our grasp

Worlds and universes to be found

Outside the window

The bed isn’t made

All bags ready and packed

Middle of leaving

Leaf Pile

Leaf falling

Gently swaying in the wind

Whoosh, leaf pile destroyed

Blue Jay

Blue jay flies

To where food should be

Cries for dinner

Singing

Trees sway in wind

Crickle, crackle, crunch

Forest singing

Run, Squirrel

Whiskers wiggling

Not a moment of calm, peace

Squirrel running

Sky Sad

The rain falls

Hard, fast, smothering all

The clouds weeping

The road is long

The road is dark

Only at the start

The road is hard, much too hard

Camps along

Many stop, don’t go on

Make do with what they have

Don’t work hard

Strive for better

But if you go on

Try hard, fail, learn

A meadow, light falling

Carefully on paradise

All you worked for

Is here

At the end of the road