I never noticed your smiles at me
Though I’m sure they were there
They trickle down from a memory
Often bringing a smile to my own face.
I wonder if I do that in my own right now,
I’m of an age where I am no longer youngest
No longer subject to freedoms of fancy.
I know that often you weren’t just idle
Watching and enjoying the moments
You kept busy, kept active, kept thinking
No matter the occasion
So that perhaps your moments of observation
Weren’t so lingering after all
Were they longing?
Instead filled with conversation
And little tasks
To keep you busy against the time
That aging tends to lead one towards.
Tag: task
It’s Not A Job (day 3015)
I’ve been sad lately,
Sad or introspective
It’s sometimes hard to tell
What the difference is,
Isn’t it?
Trying to decide what is better:
Sunset or sunrise.
You know me,
I’ve always been a sunset
Kind of person.
It’s like I’m seeing the end
And not wanting it to end,
Or perhaps it’s
The overwhelming work
Still to be done here.
And yet my hands do not tire
Finding tasks
That take less mental strength
And more physical exertion.
These are nice tasks
That leave me sweating
And feeling like I’ve done
A job that needs to be done.
Beyond My Morning Window (day 2857)
I’m not sure how this thing Time has passed
It seems like I just awoke
With little birds singing harmony
To the morning’s sky, so red.
Hardly had I time to think
About the tasks awaiting,
Hardly had I recited my praise
For ever blooming life
Unfolding it’s very wings
Right beyond my window.
Again (day 2545)
My gambling has lost me many bets
My courage lost me blood
My ernestness made me feel great sorrow
My eagerness brought me pain
Restlessly I got real muddy
Tirelessly I became exhausted
Stubbornly I took the long route
Rushing I forgot the plans
And with more heart
Could never a task be done
For I’d do it all again.