It is good to count those moments, and days, <br />when life is there as a form of play, <br />rather than to generalise about the years. <br /> <br />So say I, through laughter and through tears <br /> <br />intermittently. <br /> <br />'Say I', I say - <br />untrue; for today <br />that piece of wisdom <br />imparted from a friend <br />who sits in a kingdom <br />whose life does not bend <br /> <br />except for the better, <br />and entirely sans fetter <br /> <br />of love, of friendship, of openness <br />and all of those things to which I aspire. <br /> <br />Of all of those things <br />of which no person should tire. <br /> <br />Oh... how I admire that ability <br />to be a 'just me' <br />from day to day: <br /> <br />perhaps (just perhaps) <br />it may come some day. <br /> <br />Eggshells, rollercoasters, walking on dust. <br />Laughing 'til the tears come, as they invariably must. <br /> <br />Count and enjoy the moments, the days; <br />they are not, alas, always here to stay; <br /> <br />'Carpe Diem', is another approach, I feel. <br /> <br />And yet... there is, just perhaps, always still <br />the capacity to grudge, to resent, to withold.... <br /> <br />Unless by a good friend one is finally told <br /> <br />to remember the moments, the days and the hours, <br />when the loving, and living, and laughter was ours.<br /><br />Tara Sloblock (like Danny, Banned from PH)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/counting-7/
