as it flies by
leaves me weak
wishing I could press repeat
questioning what I might have missed
had I turned down
a different street
at a different time
so caught up chasing dreams
that seem to expand
each moment I get closer
to the end.
I believe my mind has gotten comfortable
sitting in an easy chair
I designed
long ago
thinking all the plans are completed
dues paid
stroking colors of beautiful hues
ones that glow in the dark
makes the sun jealous
the moon too.
Capturing an image of life
asking it to stop
just to get a better view
sometimes, impossible
in the rush towards tomorrow
pitching heartaches and sorrow
like hay into a barn
hoping the horses are hungry
as I.
A little confusion gets mixed in
to lighten the load
humor makes an appearance
like a clown in a parade
and yet I ponder
what have I missed
along the way
knowing life is not just living and dying
a pattern stitched
that I wear
so others will see
perhaps capture
an image,
mine.

Lovely 🌷
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