PlazaJen: Passion Knit

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Freshly Scrubbed

Like a new pair of sneakers
Gleaming white, never worn
A new year before us
Ours to tend, ours to shape

We silently whisper
Promises and goals
Ideas to be hatched
Dreams to be followed

By springtime, we discover
Life is not kind
Mud puddles and scuffs
Shoelaces break

Sandals replace
Our footwear, come summer
By fall, our sneakers
Are in a pile by the door

Whatever you dream,
Whatever you whisper
To yourself in the dark
At the start of the year

Be kind and realistic,
Take each day as its own.
Our journey is Life
Built upon each single day

Not on a paper with boxes
And numbers, and letters
Or sneakers
Or dreams.

Just on placing each foot
In front of the other
With direction and focus
The journey is ours

Laughter and love,
Peace and good health.
Dreams come to fruition
Is my wish for you.
posted by PlazaJen, 10:18 AM