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Jordan Lichtenheld Poem
The old saying goes,
May Showers bring June Flowers,
And I scoff.
The Showers definitely come,
But not from the clouds.
Rather, the rain originates
From the corners of my eyes.
And the world becomes blurrier
Than the mess inside my mind.
The feeling of having so much to do,
And having so little time to do it
Conflict with each other.
The two viciously swirl around
And a tornado ensues.
Decisions on top of decisions
Needing to be made,
Priorities becoming useless,
Any mentioning of the future--
And the thunder hits
Louder than ever.
People say one’s last year of school
Is one of sunshine and rainbows.
Deception, oh HOW they deceived me.
Expectations of bright blue-skies
Are shattered with mighty storms.
You say these May Showers
Promise to bring June Flowers--
The thought sprouts a little ray of hope
That the storms will end.
I suppose we shall see what blooms
Copyright © Jordan Lichtenheld | Year Posted 2017
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Jordan Lichtenheld Poem
Time.
It’s a funny concept to ponder.
So much has happened
And so much has yet to happen,
Yet, the only thing that exists
Is now.
The only thing that is certain
Is now.
Who knows what life will be like
20 years from now,
2 years from now,
Even 2 hours from now.
But one can certainly imagine.
I close my eyes, and see
A quaint dwelling adorned with my touch
And the touch of a loved one;
The living room has pictures
Of children who have yet
To be even thought of.
I hear the paws of a Shih Tzu
Saunter on a hardwood floor,
Like she owns the place.
We spend nights watching films.
Because you can never run out of them,
And because we’re that kind of family--
Simple but worthwhile.
My eyes open, wide and wondrous.
It’s strange to think about, but
I smile at it anyways.
Copyright © Jordan Lichtenheld | Year Posted 2017
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