Wasn't it sad to see the face
Of the child looking out the window
As the rain fell down and the car drove away
But he is seeing brightness in the distance
Not sure if it's car lights
Or the dawning of a new day
Is there sunshine through the rain?
Either way it's the motion that's important
And the progress-- the moving traffic
The rising sun, sparking a minute fire of hope
Lying somewhere in the cluttered heart
So many things to feel
But the glimmer is something like a warmth
And lends itself to some degree of courage
And the sweet desire to thrive
But he fears that tomorrow will be more of the same
Oh, you rascal time! Precise and always moving forward
Never missing a beat
But I often miss your passing
What could have been, if I had given it my attention?
As I ponder this, I once again miss time's passing
And what could have been
At any given point of awareness
We are always introduced in the same manner
It's you again, looking so familiar
Shall we be friends?
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 12:32 PM UTC
Wasn't it sad to see the face
Of the child looking out the window
As the rain fell down and the car drove away
But he is seeing brightness in the distance
Not sure if it's car lights
Or the dawning of a new day
Is there sunshine through the rain?
Either way it's the motion that's important
And the progress-- the moving traffic
The rising sun, sparking a minute fire of hope
Lying somewhere in the cluttered heart
So many things to feel
But the glimmer is something like a warmth
And lends itself to some degree of courage
And the sweet desire to thrive
But he fears that tomorrow will be more of the same
Oh, you rascal time! Precise and always moving forward
Never missing a beat
But I often miss your passing
What could have been, if I had given it my attention?
As I ponder this, I once again miss time's passing
And what could have been
At any given point of awareness
We are always introduced in the same manner
It's you again, looking so familiar
Shall we be friends?
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