Your Gift
Drifting through un-parallel space
Wondering why I waited so long
To come and enjoy this place
It was truly a waste.
Needs and wants consumed my life
Is it possible they still do?
It would cut me like a knife
If it still consumed my life
Life is just a daily task
Surviving. Like it was
Surviving was the last
The last restore we took as a task
Living is more of a gift
One you have to earn
You have to drop everything and shift
So you can proudly live as a gift
So drift through your space
Living as a gift
Don’t wait to long to visit this place
This amazing place we call space
When people tell me they miss the days
I wonder why they live in the past
With mistakes they made in their daze
What a horrible maze
Don’t just stop to smell the roses
Don’t just stop for one thing
Stop for everything that grows
Admire all of the roses
You cant go to fast in space
You cant control yourself
Not in this place
Space is a place with a mind of its own
So watch the constellations with admiration
They are your nightlights
The ones that tuck you into bed at night
Treat your nightlights with admiration
And as your drifting through space
Take one moment
Just a second to catch up to the place
An admire the lights in your space-place.
Where ever you drift
Enjoy the light
It always shines no matter where you shift
It shines as your gift.
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wow, a poem about stars. I couldn't of said it better my self. but you just said it in poem. nicley written.
coodo's to you
signed Russ.
Russel Mackie
I understand why you would think of this as a poem about space. But space is just a metaphor used in my poem. It is a metaphor for our world. I wrote this piece after I recently moved. My world was in my old town but now i am seeing space (our world). Thank you for the compliments