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Poet’s & Storytellers: “We shall invite to write about a time you surprised yourself.”.
Posted to dVerse Pub's Open Night,
Surprised by Life
I
Now, in my waning years
I look at the photo, softly,
Look at the happy shadow,
Look at a ghost of myself.
II
He looks so happy,
Sitting on the steps.
Oblivious to all that lies
Ahead of him.
He can’t know, of course,
What surprises,
What different paths
Will present themselves,
Kindle his interest,
Spin stories of ‘maybe’
To invite him in.
III
He will take risks,
Get into trouble,
Dig himself out again,
Sometimes alone,
Often times not.
He will experience
The warmth of love
And the chill of loss.
But sitting there, happy
It is all opaque to him.
Until it happens.
It is one of life’s blessings
That it unfolds slowly.
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