Don’t cry over spilled beans.
Some secrets don’t make it
to the grave. By all means,
secrets get caught between
a rock and a hard place:
a happy and a sad face.
It’s one thing to give it away.
It’s another to never say.
One day, no one will care
for the beans we spilled.
Don’t cry over spilled beans.
Fear no judgment. Live on.
The spilled beans are gone
as our spirits grow strong.
Many don’t understand how
to get over some things. Over
time, most dig underneath to feel
something deeper. We overvalue;
few truly understand the over-
arching message of needing re-dos:
do-overs. Those under the weather
are under the impression that it
doesn’t get better. Some are over
it, and that is an understatement.
Some feel the need to overpower
underachievers. Yet, those who run
hot will overheat. Under the sun,
life can become overwhelming.
Sleep under the stars and protect
your dream. When it’s all over,
our eyes close as the sun lowers.
All work and no play makes Jack
a dough boy, but a dull one at that.
With no time to play, Jack will still
talk shop on the way to the shop.
Jack plays no games. Jack came,
he saw, and he worked. The same
thing everyday. Jack forgot how to
play. Nevertheless, he does his best
to work harder than the rest. Yes,
Jack has lost his way. He forgot
who he was but also remembered
that he must get back to work.
Jack doesn’t have time to think.
For that, he is a very dull boy
who doesn’t feel very much joy.
Be a kid for as long
as you can. Don’t grow up.
Be a kid; dream big dreams.
Some say, “don’t kid yourself”
Some are not kids themselves.
Tell me – you won’t grow up.
Be a kid. Be a squid. Be a lid.
Be anything you want to be
before life really begins.
Be an actor – a ballplayer.
Be an astronaut -a farmer.
Be a president – a politician.
Be what you want to be.
Be free, and don’t grow up
because having youth
beats being a grown-up.
Be anything you want to be:
a person your kid self
would be excited to meet.
I’m here to make a splash.
I want to create a wave.
Look how calm the water
is. It’s perfectly still, silent.
It’s been like that for years.
Complacency is what comes
to mind. I’m tired of waiting.
I’m looking to jump from
one life to another. I’m here
to make a splash and create
a wave – for Neptune’s sake.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 