Poetry (17)

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Of Chances and Transience

There’s something about chances

That makes me think of travel:

Of dust and stink,

Vistas and risk

And walking

While your shoes

Unravel.

 

Something,

Truly something

That you would never

Have done at all,

Emerges in an instant

In one adventurous call.

 

Urging one to pack.

 

Study your preconceptions

Then,

All these things being done

Gather close your talents

And seek friendship

Growth

And fun.

 

Chances are essential

Else life passes you by

So cry out “carpé diem!”

And vow to live

Before you die.

 

(© Copyright Pola Negri 07/10/2015.)

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