Treasure Island

Lynn Anne Brown

(June 16,1959 / Toronto, Ontario, Canada)

Stormy Mornings


Sometimes
I just wake up
And there is another Day to face
In a body that has already
Known it's better days
And I wonder why the Hel
I keep returning

Being Human
Isn't the easiest
Of things

It involves being mortal
It involves caring that we are
It involves deciding
What to be
Remembered for

And I for one
Would like to be remembered
As one of the generation
That learned to keep the peace
Between the land
And it's people

It really doesn't ask for much
To take only what we need
To give back what we can
And to pick up after ourselves

And it's days like these
I realize
That I must still
Have some picking up
To do
Before I leave

Submitted: Monday, July 07, 2014
Edited: Monday, July 07, 2014

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