What is done is done. We wave hello to the sun.
We never forgot about the moon. We need both
the fork and the spoon. The day may be gone,
and time may be flying, but I am still trying.
In the sky, I see birds bobbing and weaving.
I can’t take my eye off what is now leaving.
I loved, cried, and smiled in the past tense.
I live in the present where it just makes sense.
The memories stay as the past fades away.
The future is bright: I’ll be there one day.
Don’t look now. It’s the moment of truth.
Have no fear as all comes to light.
The darkness has passed. You know
what’s right. There’s a time and place
to face reality, and that time is now.
Collect some money and pay the piper.
It may sound funny but learn to love
the transient weather because it will,
one day, get better. No time to run away.
There’s no time to hide. Jump on the ride.
It’s the moment of truth. You’ve been
waiting and so has your unfilled destiny.
Walk toward the light. Do not fight it.
Lift yourself up and enjoy this moment
of truth. Conviction and pure attrition.
Ambition and depiction. Subscribe to
the feeling of being alive. Now, don’t
look back and face the music. Life is
a special gift. Be sure not to lose it.
Life is tough. You can take that
to the bank. I can’t tell you how
many ships I sank. Moving forward
takes energy. Taking action pulls
you from relaxation. We see what
we want to see. We believe what
we perceive. Life is like small raft
moving fast in a vast ocean. Motion.
Constantly trying. It can be tiring.
This journey comes without warning.
Each day, we learn something new.
Ain’t no way we all know what to do.
The crashing waves teach us how to
behave. Some of us can’t be saved.
Today, or tomorrow, you just might
receive an important reality check.
You best cash it before the clock
ticks zero, before there is nothing left.
Resist the urge to be mean
to yourself. Love yourself.
Be yourself. Tell those voices
to be nice, and don’t think
twice about silencing sounds,
words, or comments that bring
you down. You are amazing.
You are great. You are different.
You are meant to be special.
You are all the world needs.
Resist the urge to be the same.
You are rare. Uniqueness must
remain. Feel alive and well.
You still have stories to tell.
Don’t give in to bad thoughts.
Resist. Time can’t be bought.
Being yourself can’t be taught.
Last night seems so far away.
Time has gone by the wayside.
The morning has arrived. Now,
what’s left are memories from
what was done. Time to look
ahead as I build up the courage
to get out of bed. Dreams, sleep,
and time separate last night
from this morning. Now, birds
are singing. Most are soaring.
We never know when last night
will be our last night. Wrong
or right, the transition to day
brings us closer to the light.
Life isn’t promised or guaranteed.
Tonight could be my last night.
Odds are it won’t be. But, life
is unpredictable as entering
the void is inevitable. Still,
I do what I can to love: to fill
my soul with love and passion.
Don’t forget about last night,
but enjoy the morning. Enjoy
the past, the future, the present
before asking where the time went.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 