Some Small Irritations bring forth Pearls … (or so they say)

I’ve gone through life so far with my hat in my hand,
my heart both in my mouth and worn on my sleeve;
my head in the clouds, and foul weather ahead.

I’ve had the wind in my hair, the clouds full of rain,
“ the sun in the morning and the moon at night.”

I’ve had my back to the wall and stars in my eyes.

Friends, I’ve had a few, but in most cases warm acquaintances;
people come and go, and go, and go some with kindly waves
and some like thieves in the night.

I’ve seen rainbows, but the pots of gold were full of fools.

I’ve seen danger ahead and over my shoulder too many regrets;
I’m pretty sure that nothing’s changed except the world around me.

I’ll continue on the same worn path since I don’t know any other.

Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 22 March 2018