Countless
Countless little pleasures and countless little lies
fill our lives with happiness and shield our minds and eyes,
creating balance in our lives as we live out the guise
that life is to be savored—chocolate cake and cherry pies,
pepperoni pizza and hamburgers and fries
with none of them ever showing up upon our thighs!
That we fixate on the pleasures is what may make us wise—
screening truths that can obscure our view of life’s grand highs.
Flowers garlanding the trees and clouds swelling the sky
fill our minds with wonder as we go passing by.
The birthing of a baby holds such wonder and such joy—
another grand rejoicing for each new girl or boy.
Every birth a miracle, as though it were the first—
Like a thirsty thirsty world conquering its thirst.
Through countless grander pleasures and countless larger lies,
we forget for each child born, an older person dies.
We choose what may be best in life and accept the worst—
blowing pretty bubbles—knowing they will burst.
Beautiful message!
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A really lovely poem, Judy, got me right where it was aimed. ☺ x Anton
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Thanks, Anton.
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