Life in the present
Perhaps our most precious time
What else do we have
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Life in the present
Perhaps our most precious time
What else do we have
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Ravaged by the years
Bodies surrender to time
Winter of our lives
~~ Dominic R. DIFrancesco ~~
Forced into uselessness
Our society deems them a nuisance
Retiring them to the annals of history
Gone are the days they were revered
Only a culture of arrogance would discard their wisdom
Trusting instead in the coldness of technology
This is our way, leaving them out in the cold
Entombing them before their time
Never seeing beyond the length of their years
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
To sink or to swim
A choice we make every day
So what will it be
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Through fire and rain
We emerge as better men
We call this thing…life
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The passage of time
Only man feels its effects
Because he watches
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Imagination is…
Inspiration for the painter’s brush,
Muse for the writer’s quill,
Angst for the actor’s role,
Gas for the engine of invention,
Irreverence to the twisted of mind,
Nuance for the singers song,
Ability for those challenged,
Tenacity in the hearts of the weak,
Ingenuity in the hands of the creative,
Omniscience in the eyes of the faithful,
Nobility in the lives of the insignificant,
…And so much more.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
To believe or not
Is a question of one’s faith
As it’s always been.
We can never know for sure
Until we leave this body,
Whether their is more
Or if this is all there is.
So…what will it be?
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Walk on the wild side
The simple act of living
Exhilarating
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Meandering creek
Whispers softly as it flows
Eternal journey
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~