Golden.
A monumental time
For a monumental age.
No celebratory bang.
Not one for playing charades.
Just wrapped in love
Amongst the days delight.
Gratitude ever flowing
As my inner light shines bright.
No need to utter words
Because my actions speak loud.
The reflection I see daily
Is one that I am proud.
50 years of life
With twists and turns
And lessons learned.
Ready for what the Universe unfolds before me now.
Golden.
The time has come again to thank everyone who has visited my site this year. I appreciate the visits, the likes, and the comments. This year has been full of happiness and personal growth, but has also been full of heartache. As I’m writing this, I have a mother and a son in mind that were killed by police in Chicago in the early morning hours on December 26, 2015. Their names are Bettie Jones and Quintonio LeGrier. Both had just celebrated Christmas with their loved ones. A time of joy ended with time for violence. The coming of a new year should be another year of opportunities and growth. But just what kind of opportunities will present themselves? And opportunities for whom? As time moves forward, so must we. To all, do what you can to continue to be the best that you can be in the new year and the years to come. I will do the same.
It’s nearing the end of 2014. Another year has come and gone. The time has come for me to say my “Thank You” to everyone. I truly appreciate you taking the time to visit my site, liking my posts, and leaving comments for me. I don’t consider myself a poet, but poetry has been a way of expressing my thoughts and coping with my emotions since I was a teenager.
2014 has been an emotional roller coaster for me and others around the world. I have certainly shed my share of tears out of both fear and sorrow. It may be my naive thinking, but as bleek as our “justice” system is here in the U.S., I still believe that one day we will have a such thing as a fair and just legal system, and we will all be free. I still have hope and stars in my eyes. If this is only a dream, then let me dream it to be able to carry on. Only time will tell if true justice will ever be seen.
While waiting for justice to show it’s face, in the meantime, my heart is weary and I’m tired. But still, I must move forward with my head held high.
In spite of the world’s cruelty and troubles, may 2015 be a productive and successful year for you all.
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