When it’s a jar
When it’s a jar
The roadside changes often,
each day as I proceed.
To follow new directions,
old ways I must concede.
Not knowing where I do belong,
means indifference from where I start.
Plans and destinations,
like paper tear apart.
Walking to a melody
that has a marching beat,
makes me hurry down the road
not wary of my feet.
I can’t walk thru closed doorways,
passage becomes bazaar.
It easier going thru a door
when it becomes ajar.
Copyright © 2007 Ronald J. Edwards
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Too true indeed Ron...food for thought...thank you for that...
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Patience is a virtue
Ronald J. Edwards
Trinity Ink
http://trinityinkexperiencestrengthandhope.blogspot.com
I find that opportunity comes far a few between knocks. We must be patient and ready for when the door opens.
I am glad you enjoyed my poem.
ron