As we continue in the day-by-day presence,
We are all expected to deal with a menace.
Back and forth shifts are typical in our life.
You will almost eventually face frail strife.
To reach the fantastic detail of quintessence.
It is fated to suffer some pain and misfeasance.
To be able to perceive a wide range of happiness.
We should be able to undergo a little sadness.
At whatever point we're at a level of anxiety,
To elapse making aggravation, stray utterly.
I'll need to rely on the hasten of a companion.
In consideration for support and inspiration,
To provide a helping hand in our plow.
It's when we're in a state of utter sorrow.
It is the only way we'll be able to set rolling.
To prevent acting excessively raging.
So, I guess you could say I'm fortunate.
I have a friend, an ally, on whom I may trust.
Who has so afar been the most dependable?
Right until the vanish of our journey, incredible.
Written: December 7, 2021
A STRAND (Dec 28) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Autumn is not technically here
But it has arrived nonetheless
With brown crisp maple leaves and their
Imagined conspicuousness.
Each with its own conformation:
Some taking forms of tortoises
As they swirled downward in the sun;
Others twirled like ballerinas
In a sleeping beauty ballet.
Most fell unassumingly down
Nevertheless, quite a display
For a mere poet on the ground
This Monday morning unrehearsed
Depicted in a poets verse.