Life is but a dance through time.
If the world had no colours or creeds
what a small place it would be –
no differences between you and me
no melting pot of spices to savour
food eaten would be devoid of flavour
face would remain the same
no debates, no one to blame.
But life is full of dancing feet
that bloom and bud to a different beat
many expressions, many deeds
out spoken view points and concerning needs.
Blood that flows within us all
remains the same colour, when cut from a fall.
So to accept life’s rhythms with loving intent is
to acknowledges creation and time well spent.
RLHall, 2 months ago
Lovely words, you should put your poetry into more groups
AineMacAodha, 2 months ago
Thank you, I’m still pretty raw at this, I have difficulty adding links and hotmail, but working on it.