I sit growing roots in my chair
The rain taps the window mists
The leaves of the green dangling vine
It calls softly to our lives growing roots into the soil of my dreams
Should we follow them clinging firmly together?
Or allow ourselves to be torn from our riches by that gardener society
Put in a pot on the window sill
A pretty flower to be admired!
A diamond on the hand of a maiden who does not speak
My life is strange
I have followed my ambition
I have hacked a trail through my wild jungles of doubt
I have been met with partial success that ambition outpaces
A road paved with gold is followed by many
Paved brick by brick on the hopes of those who came before
It will not be followed by me
I refuse to die with my final rest in tombs made of ivory
My wealth is in my perception of life
Should you join me in my wild ambition I am certain we shall not fail
We voyaged in seas where waves murdered men meekly
Towards golden shores where grandchildren dwell
Smiling laughing greeting us with the sunshine of their possibility
Jeffrey M. Hopkins is the author of Broken Under Interrogation. He has been thinking much about life in recent years following his two deployments to Iraq. Broken Under Interrogation is available on Amazon.com.
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