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.

Knocking On Doors

I choose to navigate the open walkways,

a common thread

similarities in typical days

places I dread.

I wonder sometimes about certain choice

if we might know

just why it is we find the time to rejoice,

however swift hearts grow.

When a decision in retrospect is made

we sometime slow realize

that memory that conscience forbade,

will leave our wonder wise.

When a lift in melody caught sweet attention

the very source of gallantry

spoke aloud with strong desire to love, mention

in all its chivalry.

Welcome the moon in familiar tonight’s pattern

while the sky awaits morning light

a beautiful life we swift acknowledge in turn

when covering shadows in the night.

When only the naked mind is given allowance

In simple virtue our humanity’s bliss is chance.

Talk About A Day …

… and let you change the world.

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Frame an opportunity …

… and may a resource new be held.

Give a smile to someone …

… and watch their tarnished hour turn silver

Imagine where you are today …

… and allow your humanity its day.

Strive upon the next challenge …

… and realize tomorrow’s fortunes are at hand.

Quiet, in the storm of reason …

… and there lies a reality of gifts in plan.

Know that today is …

… love.