This poem was written several months ago, but today, being Valentine's Day, seemed like a good day to send it. No matter whether you have an "external" Valentine or not, have a sweet day and may I suggest being your own valentine today and every day. And if you are feeling really jaded, turn a valentine upside down, and you will have butt cheeks...so, as a dear friend of mine would say, "Happy Butt Cheeks Day!"
What Would Happen?
What would happen if you met
a kindred soul?
Would you grab on like someone
drowning and not let go?
Would you try to board the boat
and row merrily down the stream?
(Life is but a dream.)
Or would you just enjoy the lift;
the breeze beneath your feet
that holds you for a while,
and reminds that life is sweet?
Would you cling to familiarity?
Would you say, I love you, stay?
Or could you salute similarity
and then be on your way
brimming from your brush
with kindredness? It means so much.
How do you say no?
It can’t be done.
It comes, it goes, and yes,
when the bell is rung,
you must receive the post:
no bills to pay, just a call
to your own soirée, and you,
the honored guest, the gracious host.