Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Exasperated rile

The high-pitched screams

of never ending grouses

not to waste in pleasantries

not one for any languidity

impish, the self perceives

here and now, ubiquitous

many a wicked bone

languishing in pity

the one up on others

never ceases to offend

blissfully unaware of

others’ sensitivities

Pride goes before a fall

The banter, laughter et al

The universe is fair

Of lives, all is brevity


High pitched squeaks of joy

At the sight of me from afar

Impish grin of sweet pleasure

This feeling, nothing can mar

Simple pleasures abound,

With cries of ‘look at me’s

“watch me do it my dear”

Life is completely at ease

Time is at a standstill

Languid the pace sought

To slow down and pause

Is the valuable lesson taught.

Days with a child are such

Precious moments to treasure

And, the heart fills with peace

Beyond what one can measure