In life it
Is not our
Successes that matter
What matters however
Are our failures
Enjoy as many
As you can
Failures are like
Slippery mossy stones
On which you
Step to cross
A creek you
Need them to
Get from here
To over there
But there’s always
The danger of
Slipping getting wet
Failures are the
Funny memories that
We laugh about
While basking in
The warmth of
Our brief successes
Take what you
Can or ask
For what you
Need one continues
Weakness while the
Other provides strength
Time to choose
I feel like
A prairie flower
One of many
Different only in
Color I wonder
Why no bees
Buzz by me
Tickling my petals
With long legs
Enjoying my nectar
Or why no
Child has seen
Smiled and snatched
Me up to
Be their own
But here I
Remain lovely in
A sea of
Loveliness content knowing
That I’m the
Best flower that
I can be
I yearn to
Find my shadow
Gone since this
Cloud cover of
Despair made landfall
I yearn for
My buddy that
Joins me daily
On walks or movies
Or dinners but
Instead I’m shadowless
One man alone
Today starts crisp
Like the first
Succulent bite into
A cold apple
The morning dew
On my toes
Tickling like wet
Feathers and the
Birdsong symphonies in
Stereo surrounding me
Low sun catches
Tall tree tops
Making them glow
Sudsy like kitchen
Sponges as the
Steam rises from
My coffee like
Sirens released ghostly
From Pandora’s box
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 