Remember the two little stubs that I filed under my post ‘Unfinished Business’?
I was re-reading my old poems tonight while showing them off to two friends when I rediscovered those two stubs. And an idea hit me for expanding the second one.
Someday, perhaps,
I will understand the beauty
Of just sitting back
And watching
Life fly by,
Riding the winds of providence.
And now here is the full finished masterpiece:
BLOWING BUBBLES
For Debbie, HY, Emmy and Terence
The hopes and dreams
That burst like bubbles
That little children blow
At whim – without thought,
Without consideration
For the harsh realities that follow
When the bubbles burst
And all is returned to void.
The hearts and souls
That we break like glass
That we blow like bubbles
But shatters when it hits
The hard floors, fists and walls
That we build to keep out
The shards that go flying
When our hearts start breaking.
The thoughts and words
That slip through our lives
Like sand through our fingers;
Sandcastles in pools of bubbles
As the waves of time erase
All that’s insignificant
In our quest for the things
That never mattered as much.
The lives that we lead
That were not desired
Now make us delighted
Like children blowing bubbles.
And someday, perhaps,
I will understand the beauty
Of watching life fly by
Riding the winds of providence.
