Life and journey

 

The computer

An Ally

The cab

A friend

The medicines

A solace

The physician

A healer.

Our

Calculations

Jumbled

Expectations

Awry

Stoicism

Abundant

Wise

Young

Amazed

Life a hurtling

Journey.

 

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From the recuperating room


From the recuperating room.

 

 

Not words of lament

It is of imagination a filament,

 

Even the mighty Oak

Needs the sun to soak,

 

Every man’s foe

Is a mind of woe,

 

It is to this effect

That the illness affect,

 

Time to rise

Hence need to prise,

 

From a word of muse

I like to choose,

 

Not a heart wry

Nor the need to cry.


A HIATUS

 

 

Silence deep

Uneasy I sleep.

World outside

In a corner I hide.

I hear child talk

Not always a bright folk.

Body heeds to food

Mind seems to brood.

Casual words sting hurt

Kindness brings vast might.

I wish for truthful perception

Not callous deception.

 

The Wait


The Wait

 

 

A wait for dawn to break,

A wait for the cheering brew,

A wait for the day’s mail,

A wait for afternoon tea,

A wait for the night to fall.

A wait for the first day of school,

A wait for graduation day,

A wait for the coveted job,

A wait for the lovely wedding,

A wait for the bundle of joy.

A wait for rain after summer,

A wait for the crops to ripe,

A wait for the spring air,

A wait for the next sowing,

A wait for a year to go by.

A wait to hear the loved voice,

A wait to share the blissful silence,

A wait to see the deity glow ethereal

A wait to see darkness bring stars,

A wait for eternal nothingness.