Whatever life’s chances have brought us
We must finally leave
Past behind:
Take heart that the future’s
Before us, untouched
Life’s a new path to find.
Pristine, the new year
Lies awaiting
Like a newborn entering the world.
Take care of your
Future chances
Give thanks for,
And nourish each day.
Happy 2018 to all readers.
Copyright Englepip © poem and photo.
Was it by coincidence
that as I walked across the field
you popped out of the yellow haze?
Was it meant to be for you to see me and I, you?
That look of discomfort and yet exquisite interest
Caught my attention
And made me look into those deep, brown eyes
With a new understanding of gentleness.
And when you saw me
Did you know
I held a camera, not a gun?
Did looking into my eyes allow you to
See that not all humans seek blood?
Did a small spark of mutual understanding
Jump between us,
In that moment,
In that field of yellow?
Was it a coincidence or was it meant to be?
Photo by Englepip©
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