Cleaning Closets, Waxing Poetic

We have a big yard sale tomorrow morning at 6:00 AM to raise money for our Avon Walk (I only have about $200 left to go yeah!!!!). I've been cleaning out more closets to get rid of "stuff" and I came across some poetry I wrote after college. This must have been during my "finding myself" phase...the struggle of adulthood and learning how to make it on my own (wow, I was pretty deep back then)...not so much now, sometimes I just have to laugh at life.

I thrive on hopes of tomorrow, lessons from yesterday and breath of today.

I drink from the cup called life and take it in one gasp at a time.

Sometimes it is all too much to handle, to grasp, to hold.

I let it go.

I swim in the sea of sadness, dance in the light of laughter and wander in the maze of madness.

I pick from the garden and nurture until death.

Sometimes I can't handle the pain, the torture, the stillness.

I let it go.

I listen to the words of the ages, follow the footsteps of my fathers and pass my thoughts to the children.

I hold them to cradle them from what will follow.

If only we could protect and nourish them forever.

We let them go.

I sleep in the dreams of desire, wake in the light of the morning and rise to another day.

I hold onto this, one more day.

If only we could live forever.

We all must go.