Growing Hungry

We learn something new every day

Dear Today, Dear Past,

It's been a month now,
Since I moved to this town,
So small and broken from society.
My days run together
As early mornings disappear into setting suns,
And the work for each day
Is never fully done.
Out here, I'm surrounded by nature,
Beauty and green,
While 20 minutes from home are busy stores,
Busy people,
Busy things.
I stay busy on the ranch, that's for sure,
But it's the kind of busy
That can give a broken heart a cure.
You learn to appreciate hard work,
When you're working in the heat,
Because nothing is better than a glass of water
And the cool, blowing AC.
It's strange, almost eerie,
How two seperate worlds
Create my one reality,
But I don't see myself anywhere else...
This is my home.
I am sore, but I'm alive,
And just like that old man said
-The other night-

"Hard work makes you tired,
And sometimes grows you weak,
But in the right moment
You grow hungry,
And that's when you learn
To appreciate small things."

Until Tomorrow,
Yours Truly

Reviews

[Adam Adams]

very aspirational poetry you seem to be licked in. kinda captivating! evry day's new & full of something we're all 'bout to chase on so, in b/w that all, yeah... small things do matter as long as one understands the worth of hard work doings'. nicely written.

[V]

I like the journey you take the reader on, a prosaic piece with strong images. Simply but well-written.

[zunie frost]

i love the way you wrote this poem !!!!
very unique style

[Meliss@k]

Thank you so much :)

[zunie frost]

welcome dear

[Emrick]

Many people live their entire lives without knowing how to appreciate small things. and that's sad.