The course of life

[Peter Borriello]

I have often wondered, pondered really, how it is we humans sit at our desks day to day, configuring to the vast configuration of humanity. Often times seeming as if we are simply following all surrounding components of that which we think we ought to be, sadly forgetting and letting slip through our fingers, that which we so beautifully could elude to becoming.

sigh....sorry folks, my apologies for my melodramatic squib. Just a piece of what often times seems to be the everyday mundane, uninhabited moments of life of a salesman...no pun intended;-)

Sincerely though, how is it we mortals find simplicity in the basics of life. Awaken, get out of bed,take shower,get dressed,eat breakfast,go to long hours of work,come back home, eat dinner,take care of house work,finish up unfinished projects,perhaps children,ready for bed,go to sleep,dream,escape,wonder,ponder,what if...tomorrow it starts again, the weekend comes, perhaps relaxation, what are you nuts?

Yes it may seem depressing for some and truly joyful for others but It seems to me we were all given this gift of life, this vast magical planet to live on, why are we not all exploring it's beauty, losing ourselves in the breath taking moments of wonder and astonishment and finding ourselves completely helpless in the arms of never ending bliss....? Ah, yes, the blessed weekday.

Hear me,
I am man confined within walls of my own creation,
depicted as successful,
my question is of what.

See me,
I am bound by life's truest form of slavery,
settling into "normality",
my question is who's.

Know me,
I am everyday and every night,
unless I change my paths existence,
my normality shall be my insanity,
thus comes true to form,
I must break free.
-PB-written just now

[Gordon.I.Hickman]

Working for a living and daily hassle, dulls the joy of life,
and it may seem there's nothing but boring routine, to add to spasms of strife, but a time will come when these are in the past, and there's a wonderful World out there which can then be enjoyed at last.
Holidays can give a glimpse of this for a fleeting space of time, but retirement brings it's compensations, and hence this little rhyme. hicky.

[Peter Borriello]

Yet it is bewildering to see,
the many faces sprung from youth,
the factual pages of realities truth,
that riches are often derived for the lad,
from the greatest employer's,
the mum and the dad.

Driving the Porsche before catching the bus,
truth brings the clarity,
deserved is the rarity,
the form of depravity,
here not existing and thus,
brings us the world of the rich kids robust,
wallet because daddy says that he must,
and this little poem just written,
for the rich kid.

[Donna Allard]

Oh so true.... ty for sharing.

[Nancy Crossman]

Lots of morsels to nibble on here, Peter. It's so true that we get caught up in life's everyday rountines, we simply exist...we don't live! There's no time to slow down and appreciate what surrounds us, we're too focused, it seems, on moulding ourselves into the form society dictates we should fit. True, we choose to live our lives the way we want to, but outside influences most often become our guides. It's only with age, I think, that we begin to see what life is "really" about. I've become aware of who I am, but it took me fifty-five years to get here....loved your poem!

Anna