This day will pass, though
scattered thoughts will remain, as
we question or consider
our joys and pain.
We never know, but always care,
about reasons and results that
do not seem fair.
It is our way; it is this life;
is this how we survive on the edge
of a knife?
Sharper than we give ourselves
credit for as we seldom take tally
or measure the score in
this game of life that we all play,
not just now but any day.
06/13/2024 j.g.l.
Hope
is a lottery ticket.
Chances slim, odds even
more unlikely, yet we pay.
We play,
we hope, like last week or
the week before.
Tomorrow, again,
is yet another chance;
a ticket purchased
speculative happenstance.
Always aiming for a win,
we gamble with our time
like it is a sin.
Dollars spent
defy common sense, as
we try again, and have
many years hence.
You cannot
predict when your
numbers are up,
guesswork or repetition
not nearly enough.
Still, we think,
in time, luck will step in,
but it is only the hope
that lives within.
06/11/2024 j.g.l.
How are you at expressing yourself?
Do you always tell the truth?
06/09/2024 j.g.l.
What about today?
Will it slowly fade into the hereafter,
soon to become another yesterday?
Or is there more to be revealed
as the day unfolds and
we will learn invaluable Iife lessons
unknowingly?
What will become of
bygone days, mornings of loneliness,
and the effort expended as we attempt
to heal hardships
or slight misfortunes certain
to stain our memory.
Are we benefactors of our experience,
or victims of the time?
06/04/2024 j.g.l.
