Gail Foster Poet Rhyme

The Moment

Beware the moment when the mind
Becomes aware that all is well
No fecks, no fears, no fault to find
Just jolly tales of joy to tell
All happiness and all good things
Are here within the now and here!
The fool from on the rooftop sings
As all the angels disappear
And demons gather on the hill
Attracted by his careless cry
To watch him fall, as fall he will
As all things fall that fly too high
And shine too bright, and fly too fast
Enjoy the moment. See, it's passed...

© Gail Foster December 6th 2017

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Jannie Breedt January 4, 2018 at 3:43 AM Hi Gail, I used to so mistrusting of good fortune. Now I make my own luck. This too shall pass is the cry. The rhythm of your words are easy to write a song by. Its like cloppity cloppity clop. He he. Long time since. Gail Foster January 23, 2018 at 8:21 AM Hello, Jannie, I hope you are well. This poem is about 'Murphy's' or 'Sod's' Law, depending how polite you are. All the best to you.

Arturo Michael December 6, 2017 at 8:29 AM Say it out loud...Enjoyed your poem...All the best Gail Gail Foster December 9, 2017 at 5:53 AM Thank you! I've been meaning to put this into words for some time. Best wishes to you.

Anna Hopper December 6, 2017 at 7:24 AM This is a FAVORITE! Pride can be a wicked thing. Glory goes to God! Wow! On point! Gail Foster December 9, 2017 at 5:54 AM Thanks for the read, Anna, I'm so glad that you liked it.