A Day’s Dream

Falling days, falling days,
falling faster and faster.
Like leaves from a late autumn tree,
spiraling down so perfectly.

I run and jump from one to another,
some days only catching an edge.
Pulling myself up I come to find,
It’s time to jump to the next.

Other days are more leisurely,
offering myself a moment or two,
to collect a few thoughts, or sing a song,
and then write them down for you.

A day’s a day in any way through,
Some are bleak, some are blue,
But this day was special, as I hope you’ll find true,
because these humble words get to meet you!

 

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© 2014 John Allen Richter
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       The time I kill is killing me.

                                 -Mason Cooley 

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About johnallenrichter

I am an aspiring Poet and adorer of life, a conqueror of nothing. However I am a champion curator of truth and friendship and hold both of those things most dearly to my heart. Welcome to my mind's eye. I hope you will enjoy what you may find and please know that you have a friend here. View all posts by johnallenrichter

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