What is time but a thing we cannot see,
but it is everywhere.
Time comes and goes before we know it,
good times and bad times.
The question is what is quality time?
Everyone's answer will be different,
grandkids to fishing to volunteering.
The quality of the time,
is what we make it.
I have been sold plastic gold twinklets
by Bedouin children at Beersheba
I have collected eggs from squawking hens
under some azure Kibbutz Hasolelim sky
I have seen the inclarity of the religiously saved
at Mea Shearim
But I have never crossed the green line
I have been to the biblical Safed, which lit fires at festivals
or scrapped my knees at Mount Masada
I have been adopted by 2 families in Ashkelon
one ostensibly poor
the other deemed rich
But I have never crossed the green line
My latest piece is too long the poem section - so it's in "Short Stories."
It's called "discoveries"
I could shorten it - but why? *shrug*
Here's the link:
www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/discoveries_10810
I hope you like it!
Volunteers
work with kids
pay to do it
A great opportunity
To be a child again
To play, to laugh
To forget your worries
To see the world
From a child’s eyes
To live for the moment
Never worry about the next
To let go of any inhibitions
To be free again
To give someone joy & love
To learn something
Others have forgotten to
Something stirs the heart
Makes you keep going back
That’s what it’s all about.
Volunteer
Healthier than beer!
To steer
Focus here!
(Don't drink though!)
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