there are swinging doors

there are swinging doors
by the way freedom falls
this side of looking at it
daring is no option
risking the rest of your days
is a matter of coping
with what goes forward
no more no less

there were anchors
dragging the bottom of the sea
blinking buoys floating
ringing above the waves of here
there is always another day
another straw to hold on to

rivets holding old pale pubs
this side of memory
jeans bold and brash
sound like fools
bursting with images
surrounding us
at the very core of observance



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-06-24 at 00:49

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Swinging doors. I like this concept and this poem.
" ... risking the rest of your days
is a matter of coping
with what goes forward
no more no less"

We never really have a choice, do we? It's all about how we cope with the present and the future. I feel this is true.
Ashe
2017-06-24


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Bob
Ken
2017-06-24