The hidden people

   ( they pass me by, heads bowed low )

How quickly life it turns and churns

That sparkling ember quickly burns.

A furrowed frown upon your face

The twinkling smile it does replace.

While standing in still waters safe

A sudden wave your dreams embrace.

Life’s journey turned from joy to sorrow

Quickly dread a new tomorrow.

There are moments, make you smile

Little things make life worthwhile.

The laughter of the child within

A young boys happy, silly grin.

Life passes by without a care

Too busy for to troubles share.

Sounds of life keep rumbling by

To some it’s pie up in the sky.

©J.Poet7

                           

Looking through the windows of your mind

Different visions you can truly find

Open up the lock of conscious thought

It can be content or fearful fraught.

It’s always good to air those pent up fears

To cry a little, shed a million tears

Rid yourself of demons deep inside

Let not anger swallow up with pride.

For life affects in many different ways

Fearful nights can change to bright new days

No matter how depressed you think you feel

There’s always hope, beneath your skin to peal.

©J.Poet7

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                           Dreaming 
The farmer ploughed his merry way

In famine fields that once were grey

Sweet scent of tilling, turning turf

By great Atlantic’s churning surf.
Like an arrow straight and pure

The robin and the thrush to lure

His mind on long forgotten faces

Dreaming of romantic places.
A meadow in the far-off hills

Where life seems golden silent still

Now Tempted by the easy life

Away from trouble toil and strife.
Why should we always want for more

When history tells us from before

That land and money will not send

The hand of friendship we extend.
©J.Poet7