pathA Poem by annie leethe road of life and all its wonders and terrors
life is the gift we are given -- eyes to see, ears to hear, skin to feel -- heart is the judgment center where what we see, what we hear, what we feel must be measured and weighed, pondered and probed, labeled so that we remember all the sights, all the sounds, all the feelings -- for life is the gift but we must travel the road faithfully, never running into the forest cool and green to escape what lies before us on the road -- perhaps there will war, mud and blood, great thunderous sounds and flashes of white hot flame, moans of dying men, cries for water, cool drops on the dried lips of despair. we will feel sorrow on the road, but we must keep true to the road’s path. there may be weddings, birthdays and picnics, balloons of every color flitting in blue skies, children laughing as they play, flowers of creamy whiteness and heady perfume, ribbons curling in girls’ hair, dazzling fireworks in the deep dark night sky, lovers dancing slowly to angels’ music. there will be beauty and love and horror on the road. life is the gift that will never be easy. © 2013 annie leeReviews
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4 Reviews Added on August 3, 2013 Last Updated on August 3, 2013 Tags: poetry, living life Authorannie leePrunedale, CAAboutI'm a tough old broad who spent almost 30 years at Ma Bell, and that is high level training for surviving in the jungle. Thank you for your patience. I am retired from the Unix and Linux world, but w.. more..Writing
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