Poem -

Our story

You how our life is a story
Every second a part of our play
There are parts that are quite gory
Then the pleasure we find each day

It's the simple moments that will  shine
They hold the true meaning
The significant moments don't define
Neither really do the times intervening

It is the significance you give
To everything that does occur
If you belive in or always relive
Then you allow all you incur

It is how you are going to live
Not just what you will allow
Each indiscretion you will forgive
How strong are your tree boughs?

It is all those little touches
That themselves seem so meaningless
To which our soul desperately clutches
The glue of coheisiveness 

We often overlook the small print
Ignore the mundane story lines
Yet each moment leaves a bigger imprint
And can create in life the biggest confines

The historic events on life that are celebrated
Are so recognised as our guiding light
They are the moments we somehow generated
In the small times the moments we won the fight

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sparrowsong

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Being Me

What a journey we travel! Love the poem x

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