Life lived is gritty.
I wrestle with such broken things
and find my nails have filled with crud!
It’s hard to grasp things when their slimed,
they slip away, and then you find,
they hit you on the head!
Life lived is bumpy.
I merrily drift along – my life intact,
until a turn slams me to the ground!
And then as potholes throw me round,
I find I’m bruised, and then with dread
I hit that spot again!
Life lived is precious.
I find a hand supporting me.
Your eyes reach out to ease my pain.
And suddenly I’m me again!
I find a joy. I share a laugh.
Sharing opens doors to gold!
Life lived is positive.
I’m free again to hold your hand.
I hold a child tight and how she sings!
Kids snuggle in and whisper things,
that open wide such happy tunes.
Then eyes alight – we dance!
Author – Bill Tidsbury