Two friends went out for a walk one summer day
When dark clouds rolled in and it started to rain.
"I hate rain," said one. "I wish it would go away."
But the other just smiled and didn't complain.
"Oh, come on. We're not made of sugar," she said.
Besides, doesn't the rain feel nice on your face?
Try to think of how it makes you happy instead.
There's so much about rain that you could embrace."
"Embrace?" the other said. "What do you mean?
All I know is I'm all wet and my hair is a mess!"
As she walked by grass of luminescent green,
She continued to examine her own distress.
As she listed all the reasons she hated the rain,
Her friend chuckled and finally stopped listening.
She chose pleasure while her friend chose pain.
One saw only gray; one saw the world glistening.
So it is with everything that comes our way in life.
There's no meaning except that which we give it.
We can pile onto our pain more misery and strife.
Our experience of life depends on how we live it.
When you lose someone who you needed so much,
You can cry forever or celebrate their existence.
Until you can love them far beyond human touch,
Peace will always be somewhere in the distance.
Author notes
For my dear friend, Karen (Klassy Lassy), who inspired this poem when she said, "An idea will always outlast its material manifestation."
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Such a very poignant write that applies to us all no matter what we are doing or where we go in life. We can as you so well said in your piece make our lives beautiful or fill it with pain and distress, it is ultimately up to us which way we go. I like how you have one person who is fearful and sorrowful while the other embraces everything with a smile and enjoys all that they see hear and smell. Just a delight to read with a great flow and the rhythm and rhyme just sensational. Thank you so much for sharing this excellent piece.
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So Beautiful!
The way we view and respond to situations in our lives surely can make or break us. We are all handed our share of pain in this life, but what we do with that is truly up to us. This poem speaks to my heart, and the positive message is such a great reminder to not dwell in the negative, but to keep your focus on the positives. Very nicely written! Blessings, Patty
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So it is with everything that comes our way in life.
There's no meaning except that which we give it.
We can pile onto our pain more misery and strife.
Our experience of life depends on how we live it.
I loved this part the most because I agree with it so much then I got to your ending and it reminded me of my grandpa who has passed away and how every thought of him brings a smile to my face. what a truely beautiful write I have read here. I enjoy your work as always and will be back to read more
huggles
Lena
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Wow this really make the reader want to see the light beyond the darkness. This is the first poem i have read in a long time on this site. Some time threw life we get so caught up in the pains of life we are yet to see the joys of it. Its been a long abse
Very good write
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Thanks for that great comment. It's always nice when someone "gets" what I was trying to say and you nailed it. You're so right. Pain can cover up so much good stuff if we let it, but it's always our choice what we will turn our attention to. I was walking with a friend one day when we passed a very high wall. I said, "Jeez, look at that wall. The person living there must be a hermit or something." She said, "All I noticed were the beautiful vines and flowers growing up it." I noticed the wall, she noticed the flowers. I had some work to do. lol
Take care and thanks for your username. We all need that reminder as often as possible. The troops are making it possible for me right now to sit around goofing off on a poetry site. God bless them all.
Mark
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Simply Beautiful.
Thank you.
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this is lovely
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Excellent
Very nice Mark.
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Mark,
This is very special to me. I not only would like to post it on my page to share with others, if it is alright with you, but I want to print it out and put in on my refrigerator in the kitchen to remind me that tears are temporal and that love does reach far beyond the human touch. When life overwhelms, It's good to get a nudge in the right direction again. At any rate, I appreciate this poem more than you know. I've been zapping clouds all week!
Bad news travels fast and far, but who knows the power of a mental blessing, it's influence even upon those we don't know? Thank you, Mark, very much for your own light of love. I'm blessed!
Karen
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Hi Karen,
Thanks for your response to this. You know how much I care about you so to know it made you happy enough to put it on your refrigerator is very gratifying to me. And it's always alright with me if you want to share anything I've written. No need to ask. I've always considered poems to be little travelers I send out into the world like the paper boats we made as children and set in the water flowing along the curb to arrive who-knows-where. I love the idea of some little ditty I wrote encouraging someone far away in space or time. That's what it's all about.
Take care.
Mark
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Reminds me of that saying; Don't be sad that's it's over, be happy it happened.
This poem is a great reminder, thanks.
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Beautiful
Yes, it's all in our perspective--on how we choose to view our life. This is a beautifully penned piece.
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One thing I have learned over the years is that we cannot lose what we have already gained. A profound treatise on attitude and the difference between merely surviving and actually living. Bravo, Mark.
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