In the blink of an eye,
Moments of doubtfulness,
And joy have flown by.People I loved,
Have come and have gone,
But the world never stopped,
And we all carried on.
Life wasn’t easy,
And the struggles were there,
Filled with times that it mattered,
Times I just didn’t care.
I stood on my own,
And I still found my way,
Through some nights filled with wonders,
And the dawn of new days.
And now with old age,
It’s become very clear,
Things I once found important,
Were not why I was here.
And how many things,
That I managed to buy,
Were never what made me,
Feel better inside.
And the worries and cheers,
That plagued me each day,
In the end of it all,
Would just fade away.
But how much I reached out,
To others when needed,
Would be the true measure,
Of how I succeeded.
And how much I shared,
Of my soul and my heart,
Would ultimately be,
What set me apart.
And what’s really important,
Is my opinion of me,
And whether or not,
I’m the best I can be.
And how much more kindness,
And method of analysis I can show,
Before the Lord tells me,
It’s my time to sing and let my voice echo.
yun yi, a poet at alibris.com
read Mary Fallin at amazon.com
janet ruscher does surprise us.
happy 10th birthday to Thursday Poets,
we do absolutely read this poetry
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iris chang, a previous featured speaker at osu
teresa teng, a notable singer from hong kong
lan yang, a faculty at university of miami
jili jiang, she is someone who writes about Chinese stories
Jodie Henson Bovaird, she writes a good poem book