It is easy to accept everything in this life
easy to receive and take and expect more, still
easy to get knocked around from path to path by a quick breeze
Everyone is scared
and the more scared you become,
the more blind as well
Once in while though
there is quiet
now and then
there is stillness
and most often
there are tears
it is the guilt of taking life for granted
the pressure
soaking in drying cement
but from that meditation
dissolved like ashes of the phoenix
the greed of our inheritance
is nothing more than a ghost
as reconciliation unveils
the magic that love provides
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(written on computer)
Thanks for a great poem. My wife loved it! Keep writing. I hope you reach 15,000.
Best, Darin
Heya, my man. Sorry I have not responded sooner. THANKS. I am glad she liked it. Please continue to spread the word if you don’t mind. And, STAY IN LOVE!!!