Bright Sunny Day

Bright
sunny day.
There’s a
time,
in each
persons life,
when
the facade
falls away!
Early on,
possibilities
seem endless.
Everything
is new.
Exciting.
Youth
has it 
all
figured
out.
How things
will go.
How things
must be.
Each mind
spins up
its narrative.
Naïveté.
Know
it all.
Shapeless
form.
Empty
vessel. 
Then,
it begins.
Life’s
maelstroms
dig in.
Cockiness
of youth
battered.
Reality
of things
sets in.
In the
end
reshaped,
retooled.
Chiseled.
Tough
passage
it is.

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

And all these words so very true. We are immortal in our youth, and frail in our age. We lose the sense of wonder to reality her sister. I wish I could have stayed Peter Pan a little longer. Thankyou for this wonderful poem.

[E.J. Waling]

I wonder if they’ll ever be a generation who’ll realize they don’t have all figured out at 30.
But, I guess they can’t know what they don’t know till they know it.