candles light upon a cake
symbolizing all your years
and with one single blow
a wish for mankind you will make
one – your first in life you’ve just begun
two- you stumble forward tripping too
three – you reach and climb up trees
four – you read and want for more
five – so grown up and alive
ten- adventure stories spin
twenty – master of your destiny
seventy – Sudoku if you can only remember where you put the tea
Today at Poet’s United the prompt is Birthday in honor of Martin Luther King’s Birthday.
Ever look at the many facets of a gem?
pick up the angles in perfect symmetry
light cascades off the jewel
the end result a radiant beauty
What about the many facets of life?
Life starts out in the small perfection of a child
The child continues to grow
Light reflects off life
Angles define who we are
Beauty is the result of years of work
Even in old age the angles reflect value- wisdom
The facets of both the jewel and the life
One has monetary worth
The other intrinsic value
When all is said and done
The jewel and the life
earned value in our world
GAZE UPON IT’S BEAUTY BEFORE IT’S GONE
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“This is the worst part of my life” she moaned. “Everything is in the past nothing is in the future. Why didn’t I invest in life with more vigor more passion?”
She is in the twilight years of her life. Not much more to do than eat, sleep, and shuffle. Hearing aids augment sounds but many words slip by her ears without cognition. “What will I do with what remains of me?” she screams in a hoarse whisper.
“I could have been a writer, I could have been a nurse, instead I did nothing. What was it all for?”
Oh the doubts and fears that can eclipse the thoughts of the elderly. Too late to remedy their wishes but never too late to bemoan what was lost.
“Give me your hand dear Madeline” (for that is the name I will give you today). “Let us take a walk down the primrose path of your memories. Let’s smell the sweet scent of youth – yes you can remember those familiar scents of yesteryear though your olfactory system no longer cooperates today.”
“What will we see down that path?” A handsome young man in uniform. An officer – just going to war. Hold out your arm, wave goodbye, give him the apple of your eye. When he returns, some things will never be the same.
“There just look down that overgrown walk. Let’s take a moment and stop. ” A kind faced gentleman his arm gracefully draped behind his withered wife next to the ivy laden gate. Her aunt and uncle how proud was she to know such folks. She reflects –“they mentored me.”
Another lane, more clear to see, grown up children with babes running free. The meadow is open the sun is bright– these children represent Madeline’s years of light.
She starts to smile as she takes in the sun, the blue of the flowers, the sounds of children having fun. There’s promise you see in a world that seemed small; you had a life –it was something after all.
you were there at the beginning
to prod and inspire
as I moved forward
you were my single desire
the paper and pen
well within grasp
words flowed in chorus
faithful to the last
but life came on quickly
demands every day
my friend that I loved
pushed out of the way
pen replaced with keys
years have gone by
words from my fingers
appear to fly
my friend never left
she only stood by
waiting for the day
words would take a try