Ted Sheridan

Victory Is But A Compilation Of Improbabilities - Poem by Ted Sheridan

O’ today I awoke to a better World. A world
filled with baby steps and tiny feet; suntanned bums
and zinc oxide covered noses smelling the roses. A world
dancing and joyfully playing in the puddles of what little rain
must fall in everybody’s life; if it is the end then it must also be
a new beginning, where one does not start over but continues on
to a better place and beyond the many cyclones of their furious past;
leaving behind the junkyard collections of memories to a new life where
each cup of morning Joe is hot and those cheeseburgers and shakes for lunch
are all fat free and contain no cholesterol or artificial substituted flavorings.
A world where every aspect of life is like a Broadway show and gayeties
are exactly that and nothing more or less; everyone you meet owns
a pair of happy feet and in their formal penguin fare they find their
wings and recognize there is no real need to hibernate like a bear;
confining oneself to a cave to fast until the frozen tundra melts
and at last the sun, moon and stars begin to show themselves.
O’ today I awoke to a better World. A world filled with love
and kindness; where everyone gets a chance to be a Victor
or a Victoria and nobody accepts failure, but forges on
up that mountain as if was little more than a hill.
Fat chance of any of this happening....long pause…

2008 © T Sheridan

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, April 21, 2008

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