I love the warmth of a rising sun
The night slipping beneath it’s blanket
Bringing dreams to others in far off places.
While all the while
In my waking state
My dreams live on.

The fortunate ones are all the while aware
That good fortune smiles upon them.
Those lucky few live in days present.
While those not knowing,
Long for days past,
Oblivious to the knowledge
Their good old days are slipping by.

When the comfort of a rocking chair
Or a seat well tethered
Gives time to reflect,
How will you ponder your life?
How will it read?
Will you be one of the fortunate ones,
Or one of the others?
Will you have chosen life,
Or will life have chosen you?

I love the night
I embrace it
The quiet
The shadows
The stillness
The peace
The slowing of time.
Tomorrow can wait
Today is still living.

© 2008, Tim (P) Prendeville


2 responses to this post.

  1. glad you liked it … thanks for popping in …


  2. Posted by poeticgrin on December 23, 2008 at 3:48 pm

    Very nice poem – I love how it mirrors life – in the beginning – with the sun – and in the end, with night.

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