on this day

 

we are born each day

we learn and we all fall –

we get back up and learn again

we live,  we love 

all small things like memories are put in a jar

put on a shelf, and remembered from time to time

a heart loves,  a hearts bleeds

we hope, we cry and we lose

everything that passes by and everything that is known

suddenly passes under an elm trees shade

we are born each day

 

c. 2014  bgw

 

About bradford graham west

enjoy poetry about life, emotion and everything in between. it's real and true. - please read and enjoy! - bgw
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