Unless the seed….

Unless the seed…

Remember your passions

First I have to find mine

Those things that made me come alive

Now are dead and gone

It isn’t age that’s passed me on

It’s living life itself

I found this book upon a shelf

Just sitting there, dusty, old

Yet still it had life deep within

As the pages I did unfold

I had to take that book right down

I had to open it, breathing

Sneezing and coughing with the dust

I began to read with weeping

Sneezing and coughing with the dust

I began to read with weeping

New life is now conceiving

In the darkest, most private places on earth

We all look forward to the birth

Yet forget all about the process

5/31/20 kdc

2 Comments Add yours

  1. kioratash says:

    Lovely. And true.

    Like

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