Only Human

Inanimate objects have a place

right along side my smiling face.

They remind any kind of pace

leaves trails that can be traced.

Made deep are the treads there

in muck where motion dares

go so quick making us unaware

that the living need some care.

I’ve attempted to cipher logic

I failed at that see my pockets.

My hands are there I stopped it;

my head down I am no prophet.

All I know is experience’s taste;

all else a mysteriously lit place.

Again look at my smiling face

that my tears have tried to erase.

9 Comments Add yours

  1. sbailey says:

    Amazing heartfelt writing! 👏👏

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    1. Thank you my dear friend.

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      1. sbailey says:

        You’re welcome Jared!:) I hope your day is good and you’ve found time to smile!:)

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        1. When I get to talk to you I always smile. 😀

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          1. sbailey says:

            Aww Jared!! You make me smile too! So very much!:) Sweet sweet Jared!

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  2. aflawedpearl says:

    Love this, Jared

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    1. Many thanks and appreciation.

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      1. aflawedpearl says:

        Happy New Year, J. May it be blessed beyond imagination.

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        1. Happy New Year to you and everyone as well!!!

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