an endless tale

a tale of no beginning
because where does life begin?
does it begin with the spring time daffodil
or begin with the winter snow?
does it begin with the summer daisies
or begin with the autumn fall?
we're born to life - as we are to death
so much to give - so much to see and do
and yet in life the seasons pass by and by
can we hold our heads high
and say we did the right thing?
in life, that's only a question our own hearts can answer.

the scrapes in the playground
and the ignorant stares
just told you one thing
that nobody cares

you bury your head
and keep walking for miles
you know what they said
yet they're still full of smiles

the adulthood beatings
and the bad-timing meetings
just because you don't look the part
can be criminal, damaging
you're left lying and bleeding
stabbed with a knife in your heart

but back to my tree now
and the seasons of life
you people like rhyming but i'm done

my tale with no beginning comes to an end
but where does life end?
does it end with the spring time daffodil
or end with the winter snow?
does it end with the summer daisies
or end with the autumn fall?
we're born to death as we are to life
so much to have given - but so much not done
and yet in death the seasons pass by and by
can we hold our heads high
and say we did the right thing?
in death, that's only a question we can take with us.

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johnny 22/10/14

acorns

and so the day came
a new day
a wondrous day
borne from an acorn
an acorn of life
thousands of seconds
becoming thousands of years
a new life

a solitary acorn that falls alone will wither
holding out its branches
grasping at far-away roots
withered and wilting but awaiting inevitable death

a solitary acorn that falls among friends will thrive
branches held by those who love
no need to grasp no need to want
alive and growing

a thousand years