TURN THE PAGE

I sit,I ponder,

I smile,I saunter,

One time holding a quill,

I let my mind have a feel,

Of moments laughed,

Of moments cried,

Of moments great,

And of those laden with fate.

Then I grin and in I lean

Set to begin this jotting scene

Turn the page…

Life?

One special gift,

Of love and light,

Of strength and might,

Maybe black then white,

But mostly a worthwhile fight.

And then…the people?

Turn the page…

Owing none nothing,

Safe from loving,

And then forgiving,

Allow for living,

Ever more with true meaning.

…people? Now I say friends…those you’ve eaten salt with…

Turn the page…

Ah! Those closer to the heart,

Never let depart,

Unless the season truly does part,

Don’t relent the friendship pact,

Make it more than social art.

And of family?

Accord even more,

Appreciate and spend time with them all,

Send myriad gifts, sorry cards and thank you notes,

Let them know they’re cherished most.

…But what of fears?

Turn the page…

Fears? We all have those,

Different thorns but the same rose,

Don’t let them impose,

Accept them in their prose,

But drown them in a daily prayer dose.

Hmm…and regrets?

Those life lessons?

Often, chances we’ve taken…

They don’t mark your future destinations

Rise above the pain they awaken.

Then there’s work…and study…?

Turn the page…

Work, perform with zeal and zest,

Deploy in it your very best,

And study, seek unity of knowledge,

 Make wisdom your lifelong pledge.

No more pages left to turn,

Bind and tuck the treasure away.

(Kenakimz)