Unless the seed….

Unless the seed…

Remember your passions

First I have to find mine

Those things that made me come alive

Now are dead and gone

It isn’t age that’s passed me on

It’s living life itself

–

I found this book upon a shelf

Just sitting there, dusty, old

Yet still it had life deep within

As the pages I did unfold

I had to take that book right down

I had to open it, breathing

Sneezing and coughing with the dust

I began to read with weeping

Sneezing and coughing with the dust

I began to read with weeping

–

New life is now conceiving

In the darkest, most private places on earth

We all look forward to the birth

Yet forget all about the process

–

5/31/20 kdc

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