It is not only physical blindness that blinds us but so many times we are blind to things that we need to see, I pray that this year our eyes be opened and that we remove the blindfolds we have put ourselves out of our eyes. A lovely write
All the if only's and what if's we collect throughout our life turns us away from who we could have been, only to be stuck with the what I am. Glad to see it isn't just me Kathie :)
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
Nemo, as we get older we all seem to look backward more. That is why we need to teach the young to .. read moreNemo, as we get older we all seem to look backward more. That is why we need to teach the young to keep striving ahead. Kathie
This pretty much sums up my life. It feels like a pretty critical way to look at a life, frankly. I know it looks this way sometimes & you've captured that raw hopeless sense of not being everything we could've been . . . but I can't help but suggest there must be many redeeming qualities that aren't considered by the usual measurements of success. In this case, being blind seems to be a bad thing, a waste of a life. This makes your poem feel very sad to me.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
Not blind in the eyes, but in the heart and mind. Kathie
Sad the way it can take a lifetime to learn the proper way to live a life.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
Stanley we only have one chance to live so it is best to make each day worth while and happy. Kathi.. read moreStanley we only have one chance to live so it is best to make each day worth while and happy. Kathie
Our lives are filled with instances where we genuinely wish that we should have had a second chance at it. 'If only' the biggest weapon of guilt.
I am happy that such an articulate poem is written to address that feeling that we all have. No matter where we are in our lives.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
Ashan, true and most of us blow our chances and then want that chance back. Kathie
"If only he had thought ahead,
been taught to dream and plan.
All would be held safe, today,
not gone...like drifting sand."
I believe never too late to learn. The traveling man is the good Grandfather who babysits his four grandchildren. We will change places and thoughts. A powerful poem. I missed reading your poetry. You give me reason to write too.
Coyote
sometimes we approach life with such naivety...and when the pain comes we find the good moments hard to enjoy...but if we could reach some understanding beforehand, accept there will be the bad times too, we might enjoy the good moments more.