At the height of sun-pressed summer <br />the tar on the seaside pavement <br />stuck to the Start-Rite sandals <br />with a sound like half-dried glue. <br />Gg-luck, went each step. Bliss. <br />Life needed nothing else. <br /> <br />Because we have not yet lived our life <br />we do not know - to grasp, or hoard - <br />that this - to live in the present with every sense, <br />without a thought, without a care - <br />is a totality of happiness <br />we may yearn for later <br /> <br />but may remember <br />properly <br />without sentiment, <br />without regret; <br />and thus, <br /> <br />forever.<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/childhood-26/
