Where Is My Window

When looking for a foothold,

the chance of a bargain certainly eats away

integrity as might be imagined.

 

While walking one evening,

it did suddenly dawn on me, in a rise

of agony, how disturbing is loss.

 

Perhaps one day when right

an adage so often felt to emote

would be my saving Grace.

 

I told a friend just the other day,

he agreed with me and the two of us

laughed until we figured out why.

 

If time is truly a capsule,

I wonder about perhaps hatching

new ideas to squander the old.

 

I once knew where the open door

would wait for my forever determined

outlook upon open windows.

 

To feel the necessary energy

capable of creative opportunity,

would be that life is true.

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