Today is all we have, please use it well
On stories of
the past, let us not dwell
Sad memories
and drama dent our souls;
Better far to
plan fun, future goals.
Our lives may be
a whirlwind, filled with sparks
Or maybe we’ve
found peace within our hearts
But in both
cases, we must forge ahead
Because too
soon the Fates will cut our thread!
Pandora’s box revealed
her last gift, hope
Despite our
many traumas on life’s slope
There are
always rainbows to be seen
And under winter’s
dead leaves burgeons green!
A poet’s task
means lifting up the veil
Shaking up
ideas long grown stale
Cutting from
our life-loaf a fresh slice
So, though it
is not perfect, it stays nice!
(c) Poet in the woods 2022
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