The Lost Ones
©2003 Susan Noyes Anderson, His Children, Vantage Point Press
photograph ©2003 Anita Schiller
The world keeps churning, turning round
It does not stop for those who fall
The lost ones sleep upon the ground
Writing “life lessons” poems is one of the ways I connect with and learn from life. They help me move myself through the inevitable ups and downs with as much grace as possible. And what better way to find grace than in the words of a poem? Thank you for gracing me with your presence here, and don’t forget to send a request my way before using my life lessons poems. (Please include full copyright information on every copy. For internet use, a link back to the poem on this site is required.)
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The world keeps churning, turning round
It does not stop for those who fall
The lost ones sleep upon the ground
How do you like to go up in a swing?
Pump your legs or be pushed?
Take it slow or take wing?
It was the summer of 1974,
and he had never felt before
the restless longing of his youth
for something to hold up as truth.
Sometimes we zag instead of zig
or zig when we should zag.
We go small, meaning to go big;
slide home, but miss the bag.
I hope you’ll listen to my take
on how to find a mate.
My vision is unique and wise.
My counsel is first-rate.
Photo by Danie Franco on Unsplash
My grandma always told me
attitude was everything.
Each point of view was mine to take:
my choice to sigh or sing.
Unflinching resolution is
a phrase that always conjures you.
Your war cry is “Snap out of it.”
And “Seize the day” is your world view.