Red blood must flow, you see, or limbs fall off,
gears un-mesh and mobilities falter—
in machines, flora, fauna, minerals,
or you and me. May
luck bring soft landings
to those who fail after decades caring
for all but self, neglecting maintenance
and accepting less than the best from those
who share their lives.
May prayer bring soft landings
to those who loiter after hope is gone
keeping spirits rising and loving more
than grieving, raising courage for a rerun
of falls and all. May
friendship bring landings
soft and everlasting to those who coax
a smile and prime the flow (that reversals
may happen for this human or mother,
this offspring or shoot) soft landings.
My blog poems are rough drafts.
Please respect my copyright.
© 2017 Susan L. Chast
to those who fail after decades caring
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and accepting less than the best from those
who share their lives. May prayer bring soft landings
What a hope giving insightful poem...loved this!!
Love how you ended with the soft landings certainly for the ones who keep spirits rising, love more, raise courage. smile. The world needs many of them to turn the tide
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