online today!optimisticme Poetry (360)

Did you ever feel detached from the human race?
There was only you, nothing to face?
You know that it's true?, there IS only you!
You exist to exist that's true,
And all that you'll be and all that you'll see,
Is all your creation, how you want it to be!

What will you do when the doing is done?, what will you do
when the race is won? who will you be?, what will you see,,...
......eternity?

The old man left our house, took my car and drove away,
I was twenty one, I remember to this day,

There was no goodbye, there was no adieu, there was never,
we'll never see you, again,

And life went on, with someone gone, like a distant song, someone
sung, but the "old man" was really young,

Who I thought was old, was 53, nearly ten years younger than me,
today!

I feel his spirit nearly every day, he helps me, shows me, leads me
on my way.

He does!

So who would walk in another's shoes?
perchance to win, perchance to lose,
to swap a life, to change a way,
to live maybe another day?

Those magical feelings we used to feel,
fascination, anticipation, a dream becomes real,
Butterflies fluttering inside, a feeling you just can't hide,
Wonderment at what you see, not knowing what could
or could not be,
Excitement just being here, with no illusions,
nothing to fear,

And a helping hand to help you stand,
A loving embrace to keep you safe,
Not knowing what tomorrow will bring,
Just being here, a wonderful thing.

If you took your best shot, would I survive?
Would I be alive?

If you decided to take it all away,
what do you think I would say?

Do you think I would crumble, fall down and
give in?

Be part of it all, start again, begin?

Then you don't know me, you don't know me
still, I guess you never will!

This relative of mine goes to bed at nine,
Wakes up and drinks at twelve, that's fine,

But when he disturbs our sleeping time,
I draw the line,

He's selfish to the extreme, does not care
who's there, who they are or where they've been,

When he wants, he wants, and all must comply,
agree or DIE!

Now, I'm not being overly sensitive, I care about
him, and I give,

All my love with feeling, but this 16 month old
can leave you reeling!



But I love him, all that I can, he's my little man!

Differing opinions, I'm right, you are wrong, same old story,
same old song,
You WHERE here, now you are gone, that didn't take too long,

You started the conflict, you started the fight, hope you have seen
the LIGHT,

And on it goes, day after day, always someone forcing their say,

Always somewhere someone has to pay, always the innocent
come what may!

I've decided to write my bucket list.........

1. Mop bucket

Thats it!

Tomorrow is the start of what we want to be,
tomorrow is the future, tomorrow is the key,
And all that life has shown me, and all I want
to see, is for tomorrow to make a difference,
and that tomorrow may make.................sense!

I saw the stranger, he walked through my house,

I saw him stand and stare, like he knew I was there,

I watched him as he went on his way,

I watched him, like he was here to stay,

And I watched as he realised, that the mirror never lies.

Tomorrow could be, it could, be, what we envisage, what we
want it to be,

Tomorrow can be a replication of today, we can think, we can
be, we can swim or we can sink,

Tomorrow could be unique, find all we want, what we seek,
nothing is out of reach,

Something we can't teach, but,
If we don't understand the process, we get lost, more or less.