Burden of the past carried onto the future
Makes future, a misadventure.
Shed the burden, shed the past
Create new hope, a beacon of light.
This is thy moment, this is thy juncture.
The one you ought to capture and nurture.
Craft it. Build it. Hone it.
Make thy future an exciting adventure.
I wrote this poem on January 7, 2020.
Each step an action
Dictated by decision
Sometimes a step up
Sometimes a step down
Check you compass
Correct your course
Regardless of what’s going on
Keep on keeping on
I wrote this poem, back on May 23, 2019. Driving to work, I noticed a truck with ladder mounted on it. That ladder inspired this poem.
Beggar on the street, I paid no heed.
Walked my merry way, thinking of my day.
Her smile I missed, request I dismissed.
Day was busy, end came hasty.
Beggar on the street, I paid slight heed.
Still she sat, a captivating sight.
I asked her the reason, it was simply life’s season.
Money was not her need, work it was indeed.
Respect is what she earned, work is what I offered.
Beggar on the street, no longer exists.
By the way, this is not a real story. Just a poetry, I wrote this back on January 24, 2020.