Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
Unnamed @rwspisak
Lovely,
we do not know when
Our ticket is complete
Will we on bicycle
Or our feet
Is it cloudy or in the sun we run
Or whether to the hillside or by the sea we’ve won
The only matter that we find
At hand to mold
Is in what path
We find our gold refined
Is it in the bustling realm of commerce
That we find, or on the playing field that our joy’s designed
In the world of hearth and home
Or are we at our best alone?
How do we face the little perils, do we heed the crows or perhaps the sparrows
Do we find time to explore
the millions gifts
Outside our door
Or relentless
haunt the stores in shifts
Or do we find in our books
The gifts.
Regardless where we cast our nets
Truly the great world will
Our passing travails forget
Whether tis blue socks or white wine
We’ll enjoy, whither we
on our journey will employ
Trust it ?
confound it?
to our final dock we’ll come
At the sound if?
That much is clear
But it’s
Up to us,
who and what it is
we
In our lives
hold dear.
Written 5/23/23 – TENNESSEE, USA
Richard Spisak
Information Sculptor
