This poem is a gentle muse of a soft realty.
Death has the final say…but that’s OK – Lawrence Spiro
The spring wears its colors dancing between the flora and fragrance.
Running is so joyous especially when you’re being chased
Skipping and leaping and scuffing are the things of the day,
and day is but one of thousands that pop up and shine.
I like to dance and move with the rhythms of my life,
That are many days before, enter the beginning of many days after.
I change from the skips with caution to quickness to study.
Endlessly offer up a palate of experience that I can’t get enough
I grab and hold onto the pleasure of the day. I grow each time. I
sense the world around me and I move forward through the moist touch
surrounds. I’m quick to run but also think about what I’m running towards
and what I am not running from. Days popping up and shine, the reason being me clearer to me
Every day.
Where is the wear when sleeping ends with days poping up and shine on the
headwinds that blow towards my smile and laugh from the beginning and
Can’t get enough.
Reason tries to cover this although falls to the ground amongst the romance that waif
Every day.
Days popping up more and more and there are no ends in view so lets plan the day Today
every day.
Until the day becomes one and then
death has the final say every day…but that’s OK.
Musical Wings by Ethan Bell