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Odds
by Trent KirkpatrickHow does it feel to have beaten the odds?
22 years ago, one month into Fall,
When the leaves still fastened to trees
Were clinging to their death beds,
You defied the logic of the season and lived.
It was then,
As a newborn child,
A bundle of infinite potential,
A bud,
That the purpose of Autumn was implanted in you.
What happens in these months
Ensures life in the next ones.
22 times youve weathered through Winter,
And time and time again,
On the far side of the snow,
You always find Spring
More alive than ever.
And know that no matter
The length of the Winter,
Or the depth its cold dark,
There will always be Spring.
In bloom.
And may you,
Like the Autumn leaves,
Be most beautiful in the moments before you perish.
02/20/2008 Posted on 02/20/2008
Copyright © 2010 Trent Kirkpatrick
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 02/20/08 at 03:42 PM I love the way you use the seasons to tell the story of the life which you speak of. Great imagery. Great read. |
| Posted by CM Bauer on 02/23/08 at 03:26 AM It's great to read something new from you Trent, nice compare and contrast... keep writing my friend |
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