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Bob Littell Poem
Time is a naked temptress whom we all fear,
Sometimes we beg her to fly but too often, she is already fleeting,
Time is expectation and anticipation spinning a web round us all,
Allowing neither to come true.
Within and without all things that happen,
Time remains the ultimate constant,
As humans are born and then die, time stands by as the final arbitrator,
Acknowledging repetitive stupidity to the sound of a second.
Neither time nor man have habitual morality, time sees to that,
There are occasions when man is moral,
But with every new tide of acts, promises, judgments, and words,
The pebbles on the beach are rearranged.
Through love, hate, wisdom, and ignorance, I watch my time pass by,
Knowing all too well what is happening and yet not willing to change for fear of loss.
I must learn to love the naked temptress,
For though the pebbles on the beach may rearrange, in time, there is peace.
Copyright © Bob Littell | Year Posted 2016
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Bob Littell Poem
As a child, I WAS. . . as I still am today. . .over-sensitive. . .too overly concerned about other’s opinions of me. . .too overly worried about what COULD happen versus what in almost all cases. . .WILL happen.
But does that sound familiar?
Who are you? Are you an ‘over-worrier too’? Then there is a pair of us. . . but don’t tell, they’d embarrass us you know. How public it would be to let our guard down and be transparent to that audience who only wants to see cheery people and happy endings.
Life has a way of throwing grenades into our happy party and it’s only when we accept that with a “Where’s the beef?” kind of attitude. . . and realize that the best way to die is with a smile on your face. . .that we really begin to enjoy the roller coaster ride called – LIFE.
p.s. Thank you Emily
Copyright © Bob Littell | Year Posted 2016
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