The Gift

It rains today a birthday gift,
Cleansing tears open and true,
From the past I do now drift.
Open eyes, a morning view.

Wiser, older now I titter,
Such a willful one I am,
Never one to be a quitter,
Always one to give a damn!

Expression rare, a passion flares,
Life of solitude to be shared,
Standing now in the rain,
I do not doubt that I am sane.

Those who live without a care,
Past by life and will not share,
Miss so much of living true,
A hand that rises from the blue.

Express what you have come to know,
Live with zest let truth do flow,
Tell all whom you love this is true,
Hold not back moments so few.

Release the lessons of life,
Living full and not of strife,
Boring and so dead you be,
Tell the ones you love to see.

Walls do fall with each word spoke,
Show yourself to all who joke,
Love with zest so rare and pure.
Take the chance beyond and sure.

dlt © sept 28 2004