I was extremely exhausted last night and I didn't feel very good at all... and I'm a bit disappointed with myself because of it. I did not get my daily post in and I did not get any writing done in my NaNo novel. The upside to yesterday was a smile as I read a few text messages sent to me by one of my dearest friends in the world. Someday I will show that person that they really do have wings- they must have with all the encouragement their friendship brings me.
Anyway, here is a poem to make up for my absence last night and I assure you, you'll see another post go up later this evening, after I get the work day done.
Wonder, Laugh, and Dream
Memories washed ashore, like the sand
A childhood memories hand, unbroken
difficult to face and yet here I stand,
I smile in spite of myself at that.
You know here I think, I can still experience that wonder
age doesn't mean much when it comes to loving life.
I can still yet be the child I never was aloud to be.
Isn't the childish laughter we covet-
isn't it really just about being carefree and not taking life forgranted
in our innocence set free?
Yes, I think there is something to that thought.
So I say to myself, who says a grown up can't
play Tag, or Red Rover, or Hide and Seek?
Who says I can't love life and remind my friends
to do the same?
So, I wonder, if I scream (((((MARKO))))) loud enough,
Will others shout ((((POLO)))) and laugh and run with me?