Inspiration
Breathing in.
Breathing in life.
Breathing in joy.
Remembering moments when I was a boy.
And what is so rare as a day in June.
And who doesnt grow wings when they look at the moon?
Rainbows and sunshine and flowers and rain.
And the joy of the hope that well all meet again.
Ive been playing all day in the loveliest park,
My companions dont see me, its growing quite dark.
I leap over a puddle in a delicate flight,
When suddenly everythings flooded with light.
Im held by my heels, and Ive lost all my clothes,
And Im shocked by the size of a curious nose.
I scream out in terror, and I see a big smile,
And in my Hide-and-Seek, Ill be champ for a while.
Life is a thread that goes stitching through cloth,
Like a boat sailing over and splashing through froth.
My companions will call, but I wont come in free,
For my freedom has grown to as big as can be.
Its now time to begin with a new game to play,
And a lot of new rules I must learn on this day.
Though I look all around I do not see a cake,
So my birthday arrives like my forgotten wake.
I must tend to the tasks that confront me today,
And forget all the stuff that I left back that way.
I will have to start over, though I dont see quite how.
Please forgive me for not getting back to you now.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . .June 13, 2004
VERY nice!
And by the way, I have always wondered this about you... If you are nicknamed Bob, is your real name Robert???? ;o)