Life

Pastel? don't even know what that means
Pastel? Hell! rhymes any way

My color of life?
Don't even know where I'm from,
Let alone anything else.

Don't know where I'm from
Don't know where I'm at
Don't know where I'm going

Yes I do...I'm going back to small
My favorite place, small pebbles, smooth and shiny
Small lakes and sacred woods
And tiny dreams that come true in sunsets
And porch swings on warm summer nights

And he who would continue to labor this life forever
Would be forever poorer
For all loss is only gain

poem by Midnights Voice
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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