We’re here for the whole trip,
to catch each moment while we can;
to celebrate life and live it all
so we don’t miss out on paradise.
Take everything that’s on the platter,
wring every last crumb that’s on offer.
Let nothing and no-one moulder
unnappreciated, unrecorded –
the bent old man who sweeps the gutter,
the lover who makes me sing for joy;
returning leaves in Spring;
Summer and Autumn, nature’s bling.
Put words in a row to make a line,
bake lines into poems to shout aloud,
then hurry along with the golden motley.
I was cogitating Hannah Gosselin’s prompt at Creative Bloomings, to take nothing for granted, when the wordle words popped into my inbox. The progression seemed natural, to merge Barbara Young’s words with Hannah’s thoughts.