You can't take it with you
Into the next round
These friends you've made
These lives you've led
These truths you spun,
and wove into a web,
then built into a fort.
But somehow it becomes you
And finds a way to come along.
It changes its weight,
Its shape,
Its look.
When it feels like you've lost it,
Lost all that you've gained,
Like that moment of lightness
Right before rain,
It breaks thru
And showers on everything
Clearing the debris
So you can find your way
Thru the gnarling roots
on the path at your feet.
As you step into the clearing
You'll see
You will have what you need
Just when you thought
You had nothing at all.
Here I am, a grateful reader, Michael. I enjoyed each line, carried by the ebb and flow of the rhythm, each delivering a tiny surprise with a fresh turn of phrase and metaphor. I will remember this poem that speaks of the kind of achieved moment that enables us to live our lives.
Love this one. So filled with hope and positivity. ❤️