You don’t want to hear the story
of my life, and anyway
I don’t want to tell it, I want to listen
to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.
And anyway it’s the same old story – – –
a few people just trying,
one way or another,
to survive.
Mostly, I want to be kind.
And nobody, of course, is kind,
or mean,
for a simple reason.
And nobody gets out of it, having to
swim through the fires to stay in
this world.
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You don’t want to hear the story of my life and anyway
I don’t want to tell it.
I want to look into the horizon and hope for something there
the long line of a life holding so much
hope one can not let go of this
it is not for long nor for necessarily ease
it is for experience and too
appreciation and also
a mute sense of awe at the dawn
simplicity has its place
one I believe fits everywhere
beauty too as I stay in this world
more wisdom than a lifetime can
unearth
I choose to accept
this is a life I can count on
what else would you expect
from someone knocked back
standing