once
upon a time
a life began
but what if
life could last
longer than a time
it’s said a lifetime can
if you knew you’d never die
would you try to end your life
or would you just die to learn
the way to live, the way to love
give, forget time, forgive
forget, forgive, give
give love, live
you’d then discover
life much longer
than the life
that began
upon a time
once
Sometimes you finally get through
even when you least know what to do
It could be the carefully chosen words you say
or nothing more than the time of day
But, I’d like to believe, that the one more try
though you thought you could no longer abide
because the distance had grown so wide
turned out to be, the very reason, why
Stop yanking at it
Let it stay where it is
It doesn’t come out
It was meant to stay inside
But it’s okay to touch it
rainbow >+)
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Remember to look both ways
my dear Aunt Mae used to say
when I’d leave the house to play
Strong advice from the start
wise, she was; and such a part
of many lessons I’ve taken to heart
Thus, I’ve come to agree
there’s more than one way to see
anything that you may see
Like a door that swings two ways
your view changes, whether you’re coming in or walking away
So, if the door, or what you see, hits you hard somewhere today
don’t forget to always look both ways
Alone I’ve walked, many days
questioning love, taken away
Was there ever love?
Or was I the fool?
If the lesson to be learned
is that love may not last
why would one ever
rise to such task?
How could it be love
if the question need be asked?
Or, once knowing all this
does one give, trying to selflessly pretend
that it is not the very thing for which we all live?
The dollar short
may be stretched to fit
but the day late
I’m ashamed to admit
is forever gone;
can’t get it back
Why do we waste
good time like that?
Let’s all decide
to treasure time
loving each minute
as an experience sublime
There’d be no more regret
if onlys, or I wishes;
just lives filled up with
a long currency of riches
Heartspell 