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for Jill on her 32nd birthday |
if we wanted what was good and right
we'd already have it
but we weren't conceived that way
we will shed more tears than others
the low places that we sometimes find
ourselves
is the price of admission
for the ride that we are on
for scaling such grand heights
we need to be buckled in
we throw our arms in the air
and scream with a blend of fear and delight
what seems like years
is but a moment
and then we hold each other
and talk about what it was like
then we look at each other
and jump on the next ride
they all last far too short
but it is an amusement park
that we live in
and our hearts bend
they don't break
if we wanted what was good and right
we'd already have it
but we weren't nurtured that way
we will shed more tears than others
the low places that we sometimes find
ourselves
is the price of admission
for the ride that we are on
— Mark Butkus
— Mark Butkus
If I wanted what was good and right, I'd visit more regularly! Good write
ReplyDeleteI will be visiting your words regularly.
Deletefirst...thanks for reading my poem twice... will read yours carefully now...smiles
ReplyDeletesometimes i think that's the better way to live...ride high and throw the arms in the air, cherishing the moments, living life in its fullness and not holding back...has its lows of course...and there's a price to pay but still...much enjoyed your poem mark
ReplyDeleteclaudia, the roller coaster is rising... :)
DeleteWhen I saw the image, I felt my stomach tense and got ready for the ride... then as I read, I realized that I have been on it all my life. Wonderful work. If everything was good and right, life would be like sitting on a bench, wouldn't it?
ReplyDeleteBut we don't sit on benches do we Beth?
DeleteI'm in the coasting into the station phase of existence, but you've got this part pegged.
ReplyDeleteI don't believe that you are coasting at all Barbara. The roller coaster may be coming back into the station but your getting ready to jump the queue.
ReplyDeleteThe repitition is very effective. Life is a roller coaster ride, isn't it? Let's enjoy it.
ReplyDeleteYes, Laurie...let's enjoy it!
DeleteI think the metaphor is perfect - this is what life is like for most of us, if you strip away the illusion of "security."
ReplyDeleteLoved it.
My praise from a great poet. Gracias!
Deleteyeah i think those low places def are the price of admission...we take them thought because between them we do get the highs and they make the ride worth it for sure...smiles.
ReplyDeleteWho doesn't like to get high, Brian?
DeleteYeah without the lows we would never truly appreciate the highs, so I'll take the price of admission and just go on flinging my arms in the air, like I just don't care..haha
ReplyDeletePat I always see you at the heights of a roller coaster soaring skyward.
DeleteI like these lines best :
ReplyDeletethey all last far too short
but it is an amusement park
that we live in
and our hearts bend
they don't break
http://a-sweetlust.blogspot.com/2012/01/honour.html
Thank you for your comment and the link to your poem which encapsulates the lows and frustrations of lives lost unnecessarily.
DeleteSome great lines....love these
ReplyDeletewe will shed more tears than others
the low places that we sometimes find ourselves
is the price of admission
for the ride that we are on.............
great!
Thank you Ayala for taking the time to jump on our metaphysical roller coaster.
Deleteyou're right, they all last far too short-
ReplyDelete"the low places that we sometimes find ourselves
is the price of admission
for the ride that we are on"
great repetitive line, and oh so true!
Caty, you get a free pass to the head of the line for another go-around. Thank you for dropping by.
DeleteOh so true. Life is definitely some kind of ride.
ReplyDeleteYee haw! Throw those arms in the air!
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