Villenalle for the Recomposing
In homage, fermenting to start out new lives,
Shuffling books and records to meet final goals,
we toast to new paths with clear, open eyes.
No daily dressing to find a disguise,
we wake with the sun and strike a new pose
In homage, fermenting, to start out new lives.
The writings we do: objectives surmise
are the goals of dreams, our hopes, our souls,
we toast to new paths with clear, open eyes.
No trite rehearsing, new curtains arise,
our play is for real, these scenes final goals
In homage, fermenting, to start out new lives.
The Now --our moment, the Now--clear, blue skies
not rocker on porches, no final repose
we seek out new paths with clear, open eyes.
New suns arising, new hopes we devise
foundations for doings firm up new goals
In homage, fermenting, to start out new lives,
we toast to new paths with clear, open eyes.
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This is wonderful and I sent it on to Diana.
ReplyDeleteTo follow-up winning the world's shortest poetry contest, I offer my poem on retirement:
ReplyDeleteSo tired
re tired