Go make it in the world
Passions awaits your return.
Fate whirled and twirled
Ocean waves never adjourn.
To see- saw up and down
Makes no mind sharp.
Or to tip toe like a clown
Won't mend a torn tarp.
Songs are made from melodies
And words form meanings.
A heart's optimistic memories
Extend all floors and ceilings.
Fear not death and fear not life
Or cast doubts on your abilities.
When a mind extends its shelf life
Life becomes full of possibilities.
This is my composition after all
My poem's rise or its fall
Comes from my walk, I walk tall
And to be godlike in my soul.
My wish to add one more stanza
Just because I can, my will…
To cap today's bonanza
And give my will its thrill.
Go make it in the world
Passions awaits your return
Fate whirled and twirled
Ocean waves never adjourn.
To see- saw up and down
Makes no ones mind sharp.
Or to tip toe like a clown
Won't mend a torn tarp.
October 12,2012
Copyright Leaking Pen 2012
Rev Nov 13 2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is always nice to take the time and reflect on our hights and lows. Passion will come back, if you want it. A lot of things are in our own hands, not so much the peaks and lows but the duration of each and the hight or depth of each is malleable Keep a positive thought and dawn will come with brilliant colours