781 In A Game Of Skill The Angry Lose from my free poem web site poems-by-papyrous With all these signs of hate, it seems we’re overdue, for hearts to cultivate a joyful point of view. We need now a lifeline (a thought we can embrace), much like a valentine to warm our inner space. Perhaps we could entice, our sense of gratitude, which tends to melt our ice, and beautify our mood. It seems like no great feat. (We think breathing’s a right). Who makes our next heart beat? Who fills our eyes with light? It takes a bit of nerve to win the best in life. The secret’s to preserve the good against the strife. (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday June 5, 2005; 6:26 A.M.) 782 Time Is Relative (especially in Arizona) Daylight savings seems right, but not all states will change. One minute past midnight our dates become quite strange. But that’s the easy part. Quite subtle we discern. Keeping track is an art, and sometimes a concern. Present becomes somehow the past and future’s play. An hour ago was now. Yesterday was today. If we’re not consistent, tomorrow we may find, this day’s non-existent. (Time is a trick of mind). (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A.; Monday June 6, 2005; 8:30 A.M.)
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