|Not to be Reproduced, 1937 by the Belgian surrealist René Magritte|
it isn’t always easy, experience alone
teaches us what we want to learn.
from a small child filled with wonder
of a world so big, imagination uninhibited.
running through our teenage years,
taking risk, chances, finding life’s secrets
are sometimes better kept to memories.
race against time, where media says
growing old is a disgrace, beauty lies well.
falling ungracefully into adulthood,
realizing we knew more at seventeen
than what we know now, is this life?
always longing for something else.
losing magnificent thinking, seeing,
trading in dreams for someone else’s
compromising your very heart, for tomorrow.
yearning to sell your soul for yesterdays, gone.
losing small moments today, they slip by.
i want to smile at the sunshine, peacefully
seek out enjoyment in an existence so cold.
find purity in smiles of my daughters, innocence.
leave yesterday behind, erase all tomorrows.
live in tranquility and amazement of right now.
be able to look at myself in the mirror, regret free.
sleep at night comforted by who i am, today.
so i will not turn away from the image looking at me.
@ donetta sifford 3-25-2013
written and inspired by: http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2013/03/mag-161.html