"I am Here" yet another brand new writing
The day outside my window, is a cityscape of drear.
The fact that I am above ground and breathing,
Reminds me that I am here.
To be here is to be aware that things are going fine.
There is no need to fret or complain,
We only have limited time.
Knowing full well that behind the clouds up there,
The sun also shines, the stars are moving,
And birdsong fills the air.
When tempted to roll about in self-pity, pinch yourself
And then; remember that the world is fine,
As are all of us within.
Take things as you find them; take them then astride.
Life is really what you make it, so
Just enjoy the ride.
“I Am Here”
by
Jerry E Smith
©5/9/19
Jenna Beekhuis
These .gifs were created for me by @coquiunlimited; many thanks
Self Portrait from about 1978
The day outside my window, is a cityscape of drear.
The fact that I am above ground and breathing,
Reminds me that I am here.
To be here is to be aware that things are going fine.
There is no need to fret or complain,
We only have limited time.
Knowing full well that behind the clouds up there,
The sun also shines, the stars are moving,
And birdsong fills the air.
When tempted to roll about in self-pity, pinch yourself
And then; remember that the world is fine,
As are all of us within.
Take things as you find them; take them then astride.
Life is really what you make it, so
Just enjoy the ride.
“I Am Here”
by
Jerry E Smith
©5/9/19
Jenna Beekhuis
These .gifs were created for me by @coquiunlimited; many thanks
Self Portrait from about 1978
I love this! Today was just the day I most needed this reminder, too.
Here is my mantra, thanks to you:
Take things as you find them; take them then astride. Life is really what you make it, so Just enjoy the ride.
Thank you for this.
Your poem reminds me of my favorite by Robert Frost:
Tree at my Window
Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
Vague dream-head lifted out of the ground,
And thing next most diffuse to cloud,
Not all your light tongues talking aloud
Could be profound.
But tree, I have seen you taken and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I slept,
You have seen me when I was taken and swept
And all but lost.
That day she put our heads together,
Fate had her imagination about her,
Your head so much concerned with outer,
Mine with inner, weather.