Can It Be? – A Poem
As 2012 approaches, I stopped and pondered about the previous year, and life in general. This is what came out:
Can it be that life has afforded me the chance to be, to sink or swim on a whim while the earth spins on a pin? Whatever floats your boat is buoyancy you see. Can it be?
Can it be that my soliloquy can be heard without a herd through thick and thin with legs to run up under the sun? Whatever melts your butter is heat aflutter. Isn’t that neat? Can it be that my eyes can see as far as they can see up to what lies on the edge of the horizon? Whatever lights your candle is the spark that’s aim became a flame. Is it all the same? Can it be that our brains can admire that which we can inquire, before we must expire? We better aspire to live man-on-wire. Whatever blows your hair back is the wind, I grinned. “Life is short”, I rescind. Life is life. Let it be lived without chagrin.