But we walk away

when life still  holds more-

indeed every day-

for us to explore

Poetry comes from the
                              heart ink less inspiration,
intravenous deluges, dammed up
          in the veins waiting to be transfused.

if you lose someone
but find yourself you have won
teaches you your worth.
31/10/2021

Sunlight through the leaves of trees,
Shining streams of golden rays,
A lovely tropical scene,
Promises of sunlight ways.

Each light stream was dynamic,
Aglow with aspirations,
Like children's smiles of brightness,
Spreading varied emotions.

If sunlight could be bottled,
And shared with everyone,
We will all have sunlight days,
Even times when there are none.

I wonder if I will ever know real satisfaction
until I get to the other side
of the moment when I run out of time.
Is this life but an appetizer
and all I can hope for
is to be occasionally
surprised by joy?