I’ve always been a late bloomer
and perhaps
that is just the hope
of becoming something beautiful
to save ourselves
from mindless routines,
baseball games,
and get togethers
is not easy
and my idea has always been
if I say “no” to life
long enough
I won’t get a life sentence.
It’s like the question we ask our friends
when we wonder about the ripples
in our disturbed ponds
“If you could do it all over again…
with the knowledge you have now…
what would you do?”
the world is described as dollars and cents
adding up
but not really.
We read balance sheets
and contracts
worried about the fine print
when we could believe
in our own beliefs
rubbing lamps
and hoping
to meet
something magical.
Our self-imposed realities
make us
unhappy
until we need to escape
through stories
that speak to us.
This poem speaks to me very loudly!
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Glad to hear it! Thanks Liz! 🙂
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You’re welcome, Andy!
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