Theresa Ann Moore Poems

'All roads lead to where we are going.'
The simplicity of innocence is forever flowing.
My granddaughter’s naiveté was showing.
In retrospect, I think that she was all knowing.
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When I go to my mailbox to discover.
I find items on the grass that I recover.
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Choices don’t always result in predicted joy.
Sometimes sparkling champagne lacks fizzle.
Hopes can deflate with a tendency to annoy.
Like eating a prime steak with lots of grizzle.
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Happy-go-lucky is what I’d like to be
From sorrow and pain, I’d like to be free
Day in and day out, I’d laugh and smile…
Humorous anecdotes I would happily dial
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Turn slowly off from the paved road
Just after you pass the local lumberyard
Keep the motor humming without accelerating.
Stay to the center, away from the deep ditches.
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Early morning rays struggle to illuminate
As I drive around the bend of the street
Faint images linger in the quite chill of the air
A lifting haze motivates thoughts to repeat
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As a child I loved
Hot chocolate
Since then I had
Almost forgot
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Intestinal fortitude is what it takes
To stand up for what you know is right
Time to be present and put on the brakes
It’s possible to bring light to the night
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Climbing the ladder of life
You start at the base inquisitively
First you are protectively carried
Gaining balance you proceed affirmatively
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A feeling of uncertainty
Is lurking in the shadows
I see the light of destiny
Luring me into tomorrows
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