Wonders

Here’s a little rhyme to lighten the load:

Wonders

there is more to this life than a spit in the eye
the misery melts when you look to the sky

and see like a child the wonders up there
the magical mysteries that fly on the air

birds and bats and bugs of all kinds
and clouds that twirl, twist and unwind

remember looking through your own young eyes?
every new thing you saw was a sort of surprise

a caterpillar crawling across your palm
wasn’t just a bug, but a new friend you had found

your life can be more than a spit in the eye
the wonders, still there, wait for you to stop by.

© Jim W. Smith