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Today's poem is one that was written in 1973 and had appeared in several UK poetry magazines before being included in my first collection, Love and Human Remains, in 2000; I have only recently slightly but significantly revised it while struggling to rise above certain health issues and compile new editions.
How often, as a child, I would wish I was an adult, especially whenever prevented from doing something for which I was considered too young! Invariably, my mother would wryly comment, "Be careful what you wish for..."
Man,
discovering diamonds
in
the sand, hastily gathers them up
in
a greedy hand;
a
breeze blows the fortune
in
his face
Poets,
reflecting on diamonds
in
the sand, love counting them out
in
the palm of a hand,
then
clouds happen along,
hijack
the lot
Lovers,
dreaming of diamonds
in
the sand, till enemies at the door
forcing our hands;
yet
another lonely dawn,
and
we’re gone
Children,
discover diamonds
in
the sand, happy to share them
among
dear friends;
a
fun day to remember, a treasure,
for keeps
Copyright
R. N. Taber, 2000; rev. 2021
Labels: childhood, friendship, global consciousness, growing up, human nature, human spirit, life forces, love, memories, personal space, poetry, positive thinking, self-awareness
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