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On this gift of space,
we maintain a garden
where grows many kinds of seeds,
some flourish...some die...some
are stunted...they just don't grow,
we do what we do best
in this garden
we try to be better,
even when on a standstill,
or when snugs pop up
and distract
we stray from focus...but,
try to get back on track
we...........persevere,
and along the way, we inspire,
and enhance others, too,
we're on the clouds when fruits
of our labor are appreciated
for, high up there is a temple
most of us aim to reach
...to experience some glory
.....to taste sweet water
from the fountain of fame,
but, its flow...dries bit by bit,
winds of change blow, to remind,
there are others, too, in the line,
waiting for their share of drink,
we move over...we give way...
but, we don't stop planting
we just lie low, at times, disappear,
then start down there........again,
like a newcomer........persevering,
aiming for the temple.......again,
not as eager as the first time,
....but, just savouring
the blissful feeling,
........when it comes...
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Sally
©Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
July 11, 2020
(Already seven years last March,
and still moving about, in this
garden called Hello Poetry...where
various kinds of poetry are posted,
and the best poets, who're friends, too,
have come and gone...come back, then
go again...there are those that are still here
...how i love and miss them all...)