the end of the day
do you look into the faces of others
who surround you
if they let you in
don't we all hide something inside
which keeps us apart
and separates us
maintains the distances
oh how the strain of daily cares
that one has to buttress oneself
the shock and awe
of daily life
couldn't it all be simpler
why do we do so complicate matters
when we could chose to relax
glance up from the ground
take a wider look around
notice birds, flowers, clouds calibrating the sky
and the newness of Spring
or of anything
let our smiles creep into our faces
in spite of ourselves
here we are
with our elaborate masks
sunglasses to hide who we really are
a tiring assignment, a daily task...
the fact our eyes don't match our smiles
our clothes, manners and expectations
a panoply of uniform disguise manifestations
smoke signals and distractions
from any real interactions
why do we sabotage
be the saboteur
with our mal odor about life
and when we surmise
how our dreams are now or not ever yet realized
time becomes a commodity we waste
and hence is wasted on us
forget that we are all made
of the same stardust
and in the end,
how even stars die
legal copyright for this work
and also by this writer Melissa A Howells
and also for this site title
Meloo Straight from her Tilt-a-World
March 11 2017 5:15pm PST
directly to the page/edited later
re-edited March 13th, 2017 4am.
this isn't a simple, no-brainer poem.
there's a lot more complexity than meets the eye,
double and triple entendre's.
if you haven't found a meaning here
than perhaps you can read it again.
if you haven't thought about this,
or come to a part of your life
where you look at your inherent frailty
the frailties of those close to you,
or the frailties of the world
or perhaps you haven't
had this thought yet nor this experience.
I hope you don't. But, believe me
you will some day.
I time and date stamp all of my writing.
I was writing this at 4am.
That might give some of those who
don't understand a clue.
re-edited briefly April 12, 2017 8:19pm PST
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