As we go through today, you’ll be
on our minds. We think of you all
often. We feel your presence.
When we look to the sky, we see
flying birds and shifting clouds.
We can’t help to think that you are
finding different ways to say hi.
We know you would be proud.
To those in a better place, know
that you put a smile on our face.
You are missed and can’t be
replaced, but we carry on
knowing you are watching over
us today. Now, show us the way.
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.
Look under the hood
before you ride.
Discover what drives
you. Cars with dents
and dings still run.
Being an older car
takes you just as far.
Every car is different.
Some cars are new.
Others just make do.
Different builds, colors,
and interiors show
us not one single car
is superior. Stop.
Pop the hood and
get a good look.
If you can tell that
all is well, then go
faster. Drive further.
Change the oil,
buckle up, and hit
the gas. No need to
make it last because
in the end, whether
we were slow or fast,
we crash or get passed.
What hurts about moving on
is knowing that what you
once had is now gone. Now,
thoughts don’t skip a beat,
just like a record stuck on
repeat. Flashes of the past
dash by on the other side
of our eyes. Moving on is
like skipping your favorite
song: it just feels wrong.
Pain becomes strength.
Misery becomes history.
Doubt becomes acceptance.
Moving on is going forward.
Staying back is waiting for
life to attack. Don’t be a
victim to a life you’re given.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 