If Life Could Speak

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If Life

Could Speak to just you 

Would the conversation go like this

To truly love

My beautiful child

Is to find an angel

Dancing in the bluest of

Early morning skies

To know intimately

And revel within

Freely given joy

And wisdom

Within its bright ever shining

Eyes

To know real

Happiness

My beautiful child

Is to embrace

All those subtle moments

With family and friends

Before you suddenly die

Everyday

A true wonderful narrative

My beautiful child

To lighten up

Your own stardust filled night

Skies

A means

My beautiful child

To rekindle trust

Between two passionate

Beating hearts

To once again re-enter

The world and see

Through a once

Innocent child's eyes

As everything before

You gradually

Unfurled

To eventually

Embrace the beauty

Of a perpetually

Ageing old hand

As the Almighty's

Bands constantly play

For it's through all those

Pivotal experiences

If you are willing to

Open up that magnificence

You'll learn to find

Love

A means

To rebuild

To find a new shelter

And start laying a new

Foundation

Alway's away

From suspicious envious

Green eyes

Instead in

A safe refuge

Overflowing

With courage and

Laid blissfully within

Someone's caring

Warm arms

For when all the piece's

Are maybe ready

To be picked up again

You'll find the desire to begin

And no longer hide and

Cleverly pretend

To believe

You are not cursed forever

Sitting in the dark

All alone

Inflicting penance

On oneself, as you seek

New avenues to walk down

To atone

Just remember

My beautiful child

That life

Your

Life is but a priceless gift

And your time given

Is to simply cherish it

For those who

Chose to believe

They are truly

Illuminated for

They simply know that

Newer adventures are always

On the distant sunlit horizons

Just waiting for your touch

Hopes and dreams

Awaiting to be breached

It's simply part of what

I

Life has to teach

You are here maybe

Some say

For three score and ten

And my

Beautiful child

You will never call again

So before your own

Treasured part

Of my

Life is run

Be sure to frolic

Take chances

On people or

Places

Do it with kindness

And compassion

Take risks and have some

Much needed fun

Don't be a sad bystander  

When Master Death

Fires his eloquently loaded  

Invisible black gun  

Good night!

Copyright John Duffy 2019