The Pond
As I look at my life it seems quite a wreck
In the concept of time I am but a speck
Much like a stone that is tossed on a pond
The ripples just stay there they don't go beyond.
People I've met come to visit me there
They touch my heart I return from nowhere
I think of my life my life is that pond
When I reach out to people the ripples journey beyond.
The spectrum is the rainbow the changes are bold
Waiting at the end is that illusive pot of gold
I see the gold as my friendships the people who become part
They seem to have a home inside of my heart...
Though you can't see it doesn't mean it's not there
The ripples on the pond just magically appear.
The moon shines on the ripples as they sparkle with delight
Though it is dark there seems so much light.
The pond and its ripples are like the changes in me
As my eyes shed a tear it's the beauty I see
And though my life seems much like a wreck
The ripples inside are getting me wet...
Like a wilted flower that needed water some more
As the ripples grow in size my spirit starts to soar
And though the ripples remain inside the pond
There effects of them seem to reach way beyond...
Copyright © Mark Russell | Year Posted 2011
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