As a baby at birth our impressions are made,
curled up and fragile upon our first day.
We learn we fail and find our way in life,
and one day that special one catches our eyes.
Years pass and we help one another through,
even at times we cant understand why each of us do what we do.
But that is the very kindling of the fire within,
for it gives us laughter for a new day to begin.
Now the years have passed and we are missing a few things,
Our eyesight our teeth and what a muse it does bring.
Then we become a senior citizen and our minds begin to fail,
and they invented memory foam and we both replied "oh hell"
Wouldnt you know it yet a a might too late,
but Pa and I got us one of those matresses for heavens sakes.
And when we rise in the morning to our suprise,
after we get up our forms are still there thats right.
Two grown bodies curled up like when we were young,
only now those impressions put us on the run.
Every morning when we look back and see,
two full grown babies finding love and thats the key.
Impressions of time never grows old
they live on with such stories to be told
To our young ones there with stars in their eyes
expecting us to know wrong from right .
Author notes
Impresions for what you give you so shall receive .So wake with a smile and this old world wil return it indeed .Wake with a frown and your day will be of sorrow and pain .So come on try smiling and start life on the upswing
A contest entry
- BluesMans Soul Muse Contest # 1 by BluesMan.
1750 points, ends December 11, 20 entries
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Comments
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Great job Patty. You write so meaningfully. Always with compassion and understanding. You show such a beautiful nature in your words. Not just these but all you write. I admire you and respect you so much. Well done on another really good verse.
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This was truly beautiful and I really loved reading it. I love your author's notes as well! Great job with the prompt and keep up the great writing. Good luck in the contest!



