The tap tap tap
Of life always requires
That the old guard
Make room for new
Yes those who are
Older possess reflection we
Know where the ponds
Are but it will
Always be the young
Who find the swing
In order to dive
Headlong into this life
And make their splash
Category: Falling in Love
Snowfall
There was one way
And then you discover
Another and then another
Life is both an
Amalgamation and an accumulation
Much like a snowfall
It always does start
With just one and
Pretty soon many and
Before you know it
That one becomes lots
Which gleefully leads to
Other things like snow
Days and sledding and
Shoveling and hot cocoa
And just simply watching
As snow like life
Falls and what do
You know eventually becomes
Something else entirely by
Surprise and by miracle
Periscope
Most people think that
Setting sail and traversing
The seas is their
Adventure it is not
Travel affords contemplation not
Victory it is only
When one lands that
One begins to explore
Failure and not victory
Awaits you victory arrives
Long after if you
Are incapable or worse
Unwilling to fight fears
And failure never set
Sail for before you
Is nothing but disappointment
So says the mind
But the heart knows
For the heart and
Not the mind is
Your periscope over which
It can see everything
GiveMeWrinkles
I wonder why
Two different pairs
Of eyes either
Adore or avoid
I have been
Found to be
Handsome by most
But here in
Denver I’m overlooked
And overpicked over
And over again
What they fail
To understand is
With my wrinkles
Also comes a
Roadmap of adventure
Of advice and
Admiration not for
Me but for
All those others
Whom I have
Take the young
With their dreams
And their futures
Give me wrinkles
For it’s wrinkles
That tells me
Something has been
Already worn has
Already served purpose
And master and
Has survived to
Tell its story
For stories are
What dreams have
Been made of
OnlyEverAfter
We only miss things
When they are gone
Why then is happiness
Found in the past
Like the dollar bill
Found in the pocket
Only on laundry day
Happiness it finally seems
To be to me
An afterthought and aftertaste
Had gone and remembered
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 