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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 doesn’t grow wings when they look at the moon?
Rainbows and sunshine and flowers and rain.
And the joy of the hope that we’ll all meet again.

I’ve been playing all day in the loveliest park,
My companions don’t see me, it’s growing quite dark.
I leap over a puddle in a delicate flight,
When suddenly everything’s flooded with light.

I’m held by my heels, and I’ve lost all my clothes,
And I’m 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, I’ll 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 won’t come in free,
For my freedom has grown to as big as can be.

It’s 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 don’t see quite how.
Please forgive me for not getting back to you now.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . .June 13, 2004