What Matters

All That Matters

 

The poetry came here once

came the way it was suppose to

It's been a long verse since I was

here last and just as quiet as I remember it

The pond in the morning sunlight, the

distant caw of a crow and the first

turning of the leaves in this cool air

I came to find the words lost in the

hunt for life's meaning, lost in a reality

I watched fade away while wanting to

leave something of value, some testament

of a life having passed through time

I watch two young boys come to fish

and remember when that was enough

when a hole in my shoes meant more

than all the unworn shoes in my closet

I came to find those words again that

gave meaning to life – to me

 

(c) Mike Barlew

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