Labor Days by Chris Sorrenti
I turn the days
one by one
pages
of my life
living a story
that has
yet
to be told
experiences
falling
into place
like
drops
of rain
I smile
at the sun
for the
inspiration
it gives me
as
I watch
the children
run
and play
the pages
of their lives
written
between the lines
in the
palms
of their hands
And still today
the rain
keeps
falling
dampening
the pages
one
by one
Gone
are the days
and ways
of the past
there's
a new poetry
rising up
from
the old
© 1978
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10/18/2012 Author's Note: The closing poem in Beginnings. Published by The World Of Poetry Press, Sacramento, California (1988).
Posted on 10/19/2012 Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
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