The Little Things

Why must it be only big events that affect us?

It's the littlest things in life,

That make it feel alive.

Somedays on the edge of a knife,

While some where you thrive.

But it's the joy in these little moments,

That make it all worth it;

Your friends' annoying torments,

And the birds' little trumpet.

The birds sing every morning,

Regardless of the sorrow.

So what is the point in mourning,

Or worrying about tomorrow?

We spend our days worrying about the future,

And what it holds ; is it dark or bright?

How about we work on making our present smoother,

And let the future be until the time is right.

So here I stand looking out my window,

While the birds sing and the sun glows.

I may not know what the future holds,

And for now, it's just a story untold.

Author's Note

Looking for feedback , hope this piece evoked some emotions.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

You make a good point. In actuality, there has never been anything but now.