There are signs along the highway of life to guide us. Oh, most folks pay them no mind, maybe even trample them into the mud in their rush to get to the grave. Life is a classroom full of lessons and there is much homework to be done. We can see the signs in nature. When the leaves begin to turn we say that Autumn is on it's way; the same of the flowers that bloom in Spring. But can we read the signs in our own lives signifying change or need for adjustment? We can't wear tee shirts, sandals and shorts in the freezing Winter cold. We can't dress in coats, scarves and insulated boots in the summer. Just as the changing seasons require our adjusting to them in our dress, the seasons of our lives require adjusting to them in our bodies, hearts and minds. If we are fortunate to live so long we may wander back to the wonder and innocence of our youth. We can't reclaim that youth but we can come to understand how precious the gift of life, the gift of time, truly is. A friendly cur along the way has a lesson to teach, friends can be found in the most unexpected of places and in the direst of circumstances. Miracles are all around taught by the lessons of life. We only have to observe and acknowledge their presence. Thank you for the interesting and thought invoking read. I enjoyed.
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Your comment is well-taken and appreciated, Franklin, thank you. :)
My apologies. I went to rate you 100, the second zero didn't take, and I hit enter to submit the review before I realized it. I am rating again what intended ... 100. So sorry.
I like the "quietness" of this piece. It's reflective and analytical, something that we quite often do when we are alone. The dog with his tail wagging is a nice touch. There's a certain happiness that comes with knowing. Well penned.
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Hey Linda, thanks so much for taking the time to leave a comment. :)
A dog with a wagging tail yay is so comforting than a barking one eh. Your poem was spun fab in muses and i really liked the materialise line lots. Kudos for this fine one!
Plz also read and comment my newest poem too
If only life were like a horror movie, scary a*s music would begin to play when you took a wrong turn, in a frequency that young females can't hear apparently, because they always pick the wrong path and never make it to movies end.
It is about the experience though, good or bad we learn from our own mistakes, eventually.
Maybe the dog, like the young ladies can't hear that ominous music either and was just glad of the company., 😊
Wisdom is in enjoying the journey rather than investing in the destination. Indeed, it's all about walking down the wrong roads, it's all about the experience. We're not truly rich till we're rich in experience, memories and learning. As is so beautifully written by you, in this poem.