Open blue sky and fresh flowers around,
Vibrant but enthralling that surround,
Unchained, untied, nothing to bother,
Much leisure and a long time to ponder.
There are no paths to go back.
Go back to the springtime of life.
Hold on tight to encounter many more in life.
Don't take the chance to lose your track.
No wonder! It feels like giving up the charge.
Responsibility and liability are undetachable.
Walk bravely, no matter how kind or harsh,
Head up and smile, as it is inevitable.
Open blue sky and fresh flowers around,
Vibrant but enthralling that surround,
Unchained, untied, nothing to bother,
Much leisure and a long time to ponder.
There are no paths to go back.
Go back to the springtime of life.
Hold on tight to encounter many more in life.
Don't take the chance to lose your track.
No wonder! It feels like giving up the charge.
Responsibility and liability are undetachable.
Walk bravely, no matter how kind or harsh,
Head up and smile, as it is inevitable.
Chants of Mortals
From the first cry out of the womb like a bay window
Life presents a combat zone
Though maternal and puny
The soul knew it was an eternal race
Tick-tack, tick-tack the race began
Moments in life unfolds like a lotus
Laying hold on the peduncle of hope
Each day breeds disquietude
From a child, to the springtime of life, to the withering age
Birth with unbeatable potentials
A time of unrest and a time of peace
A time of defeat and a time of victory
Embodies the vulnerabilities of life until the final breath
YOUTH
childhood
innocence
erudition itched
self-disrupted sageness
ardently naiveté
"the blue moon and springtime of life"
06.28.16
Love in the springtime
What sweeter thought than this
The first warm days accompanied
By a brand new exciting romance
An old fashioned romance
Like the ones written about in books
In love poems
That lived in the hearts of young people
Before this 'anything goes' society
A gentle caring approach like love used to be
Filled with mystery
With the excitement of that first kiss
That first tender embrace
Nowadays we try on the merchandise before we buy
No mystery, no exciting anticipation
The thrill is gone
Oh for those simple days gone by
When the excitement in our hearts
Was almost too much to bear
That experience has never been matched
Never been equalled in all our succeeding years
Love in the springtime of life
© Jack Ellison 2014