Little Bubbles

Of one thing I’m certain –
and feel most assured –
That life comes in little bubbles –
that come and meander go…..

Some are colored brightly –
in sunshine rainbow flow –
others visit nightly –
for dreams and frightful show.

Some have no luster –
and are sure to simply pop…
others come in clusters –
with bouncy little hops.

But of all the little bubbles
that I have ever known –
or all the little bubbles
that I’ve ever seen or grown –
I think none could stand the troubles
of your God-awful moaning groan…

The tongue is your instrument –
its point quite sharp and stabbing –
and those finding your detriment –
will someday rejoice your slabbing –

For as you burst our bubbles
with little or no care –
your punishment surely doubles –
the Creator sternly stares…
and you’ll stand amidst the rubble
of our popped bubbles everywhere –

and then wonder why you’re being picked on.

I will still hold your hand…
Do you understand?

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© 2015 John Allen Richter
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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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