Caught behind the apostles of life
strapped in by a sea of moving limbs
and throbbing hearts
Clambering for pole position
each and every one of them
yearning for the ribbon
The ribbon of a good life
messages not heard
samples of life passing by
Fanciful wondrous dreaming
of yesterdays long gone
and tomorrows still to come
But what of the now
still part of the mob
alone in a crowd
Wow….All penguins should have wooly coats like that to stay warm!!! Great poem Kate. Thanks for sharing. As for the now of being alone in the crowd, it is our mission to learn how to accept what station in life we are at, make the most of it and go with it in the flow, hard as that may be. Life has proven time and time again it surely is not easy!!! Have a fab weekend my friend. Blessings to you and love….VK
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Fab weekend to you to omy friend. I still love being alone, literally, and amongst a crowd, thankfully! Love and hugs…
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Nicely written.
So true…….
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Thanks Steve 🙂
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