May 9, 2017 Original Poetry
Redux
©May 9th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram
You remember how every drop of rain
Every song, every tune, and every refrain
Felt like a rush of blood, and delight and pain,
Now, ensconced in calm, you want it all again.
The paradox of peace is the paradox
Of happiness; for it’s a Pandora’s box
Looking pretty on the shelf with golden locks
But within lies a lifetime of broken clocks
And each ticked a day, a year, eternity.
And each broke down and lost its utility.
The roles people played had some nobility.
Through it all, you saw their true ability.
Open that box, throw out all the clocks, and dance.
Catch that sunlight, drink that rain and take a chance.
Find that gladness, find that pain, and make a stance.
You can do it all again, and still advance!
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