Disappearing Days
You Wake Up
This day is all mine
I have my whole life ahead of me
To do whatever I want
I can be King or Queen
The wonderful master of the universe
I am alive and well
I can read and learn anything
My body is young and healthy
There is so much to do
All I have to do is hit start
Then I am off
Doing what so many people before me have given some thought
With unlimited energy I begin to set free
Each dream and every passion
Your welcome at anytime to come and join me
The morning light is bright
The afternoon is a delight
The night covers us with a dark blanket
So we may rest
Tomorrow is another day
It can be a copy of today
It also can be different in any way we chose
This time we have more experience than before
We have learned so many things
So many things can be done faster and more efficient
Always learning as we go
We see the world grow
Once young and wet behind the ears
Now seasoned and we have found a few complaints
Things don't always go as good as expected
We have setbacks and diversity
Still plenty of time
To set the record straight
No time to give up
We can work harder and long into the night
Waking up earlier every day
Speeding through like a hot rod on a fast track
Look out world here we come
As we barrel through
Our engine runs great for a long time
One day our engine has trouble starting
It starts and stops
Runs for awhile and then putters out
Our visions of life change
The beautiful day is now
A view through the thick glass window
The beautiful flowers that we use to plant
Are cut sitting in a vase
Still vibrant for awhile
They begin to wither and die
We think of the past and are locked in the present
Where things are no longer as easy as they once were
Frustrated and easily annoyed
What happened to the endless joy
Bring back those good old days
Where we could ride off into the sunset
A small tree takes root
Where the old one has fallen
It grows stronger and stronger by day
As the old wood rots
Slowly breaking down and decaying
It is raining and dew is all around us
The young plants leaves thrive on the morning sun
Once again we begin on our journey
Will this turn into a tall tale or a long mystery
Maybe a maginificient story
That someone will read
Then again it could be just one book like many
Left on a shelf
Collecting dust
It has seen better days
It's cover tattered and worn
A slight rip on one of it's pages
Yes, someone has picked her up
Held her gently
Read a few pages
Liked her so
Put her under their arm
So excited to tell everyone
All about this magnificient and wonderful life
Carried her away
Now both can be happy
In a way words can't hide
Comments
DREAM ON (author) on August 02, 2019:
Lorna Lamon I am glad you could follow me through my adventure. I never know where I am heading or going to end up until the words hit the light blue screen. I use to say until the pen hits the white -lined paper. That was years ago. I have been writing since I was about the age of ten. I only hoped I improved since then.(lol) Thank you for your sweet compliment. I really appreciate your visit and your opinion. Have a lovely afternoon.
DREAM ON (author) on August 02, 2019:
John Hansen The course of life has an endless way of new beginnings and endings. It is up to us to make the best of all that we have during our stay. Thank you so much for reading and sharing. I have also found a great number of books at thrift shops and yard sales. All have brought me great pleasure. Have an inspiring day.
Lorna Lamon on August 02, 2019:
The journey through your poem is so inspiring and uplifting. You have a gift.
John Hansen from Gondwana Land on August 02, 2019:
Hi Michael, yes we wake up to each day and we are really the owners of what happens. Often it may be the same as usual but sometimes surprising events may occur. I like how you ended about the old tattered book...I often find a treasure at a second hand shop...the book may not look much but that is often because it is such a great story it has been read so many times.