Anyhoot, I am throwing caution to the wind. The poem came to me in two separate pieces over a 48 hour period. It might be a little smug and cloying but it comes from the right place, I hadn’t intended for it to be written for anyone in particular but it became “advice-cy” driven and halfway through, I knew what it was.
As always, your mileage may vary.
For My Children
When the world calls out, with her sirens calling,
hold tight and laugh at her insignificance.
This meaningless piece of dirt has nothing on you.
When money whips you with its displeasure,
smile at its weakness, for all it can buy is future trash.
When the red tide comes in, give it the finger,
because there is good in this world and it’s easy to miss.
The chemicals buzzing in that brain of yours are as real as love,
as real as you and me.
Reality might be twisted in knots and puzzles,
but its mazes have their own rewards.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve found my way out,
so I admit, I’ve been lost more times than I can count.
I can’t tell you how to live with the knowledge of your impending death,
only that you must balance knowing you will die with living fully until that time.
If you wonder why things are the way they are, then you’re on the right track,
and if you know it’s better to be kind than right then I tip my hat.
My children, I only wish for sunlight on your days and moonlight on your nights.
May you dream with your eyes open and sleep with your hearts held tight.
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