let the storm gather
let the clouds flee
to everything there’s a season
and now …I choose me
devotion, commitment
there were seasons galore
it’s the season of self-love
and I want more…
the end looks near
very little of life left
travel a chosen path
before I’m laid to rest
let the old learn a lesson
let the young explore
paths and destinations
till your spirits soar
let the storm gather
let the clouds flee
to everything there’s a season
and now …I choose me
The chosen prompt is
“To everything there is a season.” Ecclesiastes 3:1
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love the powerful conclusion. and these lines are so wise, Reena:
the end looks near
very little of life left
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Thanks a ton!
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Reena, you’re right, it’s not balanced to always be chosen last. You have to mix it up a little.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome.
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Alas there are those walking through life only thinking of themselves, and the rest of us also think about them. Some day we have to think about ourselves.
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There are some seniors who say ‘”You should know this (a small habit or preference of theirs)”. I always think, “Why am I supposed to know this?”
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Inspirational. If we don’t commit to ourselves, we will not have anything to commit to others.
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Bang on! An empty cup cannot feed others.
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I was going to write, you had me with the first stanza! But now I’ll write, that I also love the circular nature of your write…coming back to that first stanza. Perfect!
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Thank you, Lillian! 😇
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winds blew and we knew
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I love this poem Reena.
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Glad you liked it.
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This is great, inspiring words. 🙂
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Thank you, Meesha!
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I love this! Very refreshing and it spoke to me. 🙂
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Glad it resonated with you, Lisa!
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