Not Pointless

I rake the falling amber leaves With cascades more to come But it really isn’t pointless To cold grass growing numb The precious warmth of sunlight Could mean life instead of death To tender grass that’s growing In winter’s chilling breath Shoveling snow from the sidewalk …another storm on the way Certainly is not pointless To the friends who are coming today Cleaning things that will soil again Washing what’s been washed before Pouring grain into an empty bin Opening again the closing door Teaching once more the lessons of life Young ears have heard again & again The same old stories that Grandpa told Sometimes with a different spin Adding more wood to the fires that burn Knowing the dawn will bring cold Sweetest slumber while clock dials turn None are pointless…when the story’s been told It isn’t pointless; it’s not in vain Labor that’s done in the spirit of love Bridges built or foundations lain When prompted by the one above David Kettler, 11/29/15