Questioning my purpose
Walking everyday
And yet I’m going nowhere
On the treadmill of life
Need to stop and get off
That sad revolving belt
Get out in the real world
Find new paths to walk on
New voices to listen
To, and new faces to see
Realize I’m in control
Of where my feet step
I need to choose wisely
And plan future paths
Syllabic Verse
Will you leave a legacy of love and joy?
Or pilot a trail of endless pain?
With what marked traits does your life employ?
Will you keave a legacy of love and joy?
Or a bitter life which does annoy
By seeking only its own selfish gain?
Will you leave a legacy of love and joy?
Or pilot a trail of endless pain?
Triolet
I was going,
But now, I’m not.
Plans change so quickly.
Another day passes,
As I do mundane tasks.
Time passes slowly.
Days become filled
With work and school.
Minutes fly by.
Sunrises in the East.
Sunsets in the West.
Moments in between are a blur.
Life–a daily gift.
Have I used it well?
Have I shared it with others?
The Lord of days
Watches it all
And ponders…
For the ways of man are before the eyes of the LORD, And He ponders all his paths. Proverbs 5:21
Free Verse
Leona J. Atkinson 08-23-13
I went for a walk today,
Down Memory Lane.
‘Twas a lovely journey,
That I’d like to take again.
For people I had forgotten,
Suddenly came into view,
And reminded me of happy days,
As we recalled a thing or two.
They resurrected a dream,
That I had thought long lost.
I rejoiced to have it back,
And am glad our paths crossed.
And suddenly my steps seem lighter,
As I take the path towards Now,
For I’m holding on to a dream,
I know will come true somehow.
Leona J. Atkinson. 04-13-13
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