Realize When it Happens

by thom amundsen


We might want to live lives forever fond.

There are no worrisome days, only dawned


reminders of the times we had much fun.

Playing roles, acting strange only just begun


our waking hours, we slept without concern

of what the day would bring. Young hearts to yearn


for simple beauty’s lovely elegance,

to again be the one ticket to chance.


Now we wake into morning wild and worn,

wander slow for the many hearts then torn,


have their lives on their sleeves drawn and waiting

in spirit while we create. Deciding


how to live our lives today the challenge

carries weighty years of strife, like Stonehenge.


A monument of fortitude carries that mystery

much like our adventurous legacy.


We can only hope and pray certain solace

to realize when it happens to us!

© Thom Amundsen

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