Tuesday, 20 March 2012

Acceptance






Acceptance
the word,
which echoes through my mind.

Acceptance
of self
trying to be more kind.

Acceptance
of life,
count its blessings and not it’s strife.
Acceptance
of imperfections,
those times when nothing seems right.
Accept you are blessed,
you do not starve, 
there’s shoes on your feet.
Accept 
the inevitable coming of age.
There is no alternative,
only the grave.




4 comments:

  1. Except for me. I'm Immortal ( at least that's what I felt like last night when the second botle of wine was opened.
    Seriously though, I am glad you are getting back into your writing.
    Here's to that first book. xx

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  2. Hello gorgeous...me too, me too, me too...so happy to see you again. xx's

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  3. You make a very good point and with a wonderful lyrical flow.

    I love it too..

    And thank you.

    x

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