Go ahead, laugh at me
and my silly perceptions.
So what, if you can’t run as fast as you used to.
Look as you used to.
Wrinkles are mirrors of wisdom. Shades of grey hair
don’t prevent emotions.It’s only a statement
of being there already.
So what, if your love walked with the children
outside the door. There is more.
That is if you can remember how to laugh again,
Believe again. Trust. Give yourself a chance.
Love is exhaust less, just like an ocean
not all of it is for the young. They misused. Abused
throw away too often. Go ahead, it’s never too late
never too soon to sit in the sun, listen to the
wonder of sounds.
Walk in the rain. Rage back at thunder and stay sane.
Solitude brings peace until walls begin to cave in.
Burden replaces memories from endless repetition.
Deposit your misfortune into a safety box and leave
it there.
For all those who follow. Give them the pleasure to
enjoy a surprise without you.
Leave the loneliness at someone else’s door
don’t turn back, walk away.
It’s never too late to find love,
having all that acquired wisdom,
and still laugh at me.
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