"foggies" poems
hey little child
it is the beginning
of your day
the power of grace
the beauty
of young eyes
is yours
NOW
--
sing in out
fearlessly
rise and shine
old foggies
stink up the place
only wisdom is necessary
only you and the real
only those who are truly here
--
hey little kid
you are beauty
remain
Oct 29, 2010
Oct 29, 2010 at 10:42 AM UTC
I am the greatest craftsman there is
I don’t make precious jewels
Neither do I make intricate sculptures from wood or stone
I can’t even wrap my head around paintings
Nor can I claim to understand the inner workings of a clock
I don’t know the basics of baking
Needless to say I can’t go near a beautiful dress
But there is one thing I know how make
A priceless thing at that
People wish they could own it
Yet it often just slips through their fingers
Newborns have it to spare
Foggies are scrunching for more
Kids spend theirs playing and laughing
Adults often wish they had spent theirs more wisely
I’m very good at making my thing
Too bad I can’t sell it for a living
At least I can make it for myself
And give it to the people I care about
But sometimes…
The person I love about can’t give me theirs
They say…
“I don’t have enough for myself,
I don’t have enough for you”
And to that I just want to say…
“Just make more time,
I made time for you
I expected the same in return”
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 4:51 PM UTC