Up comes one–entering my view.

Tangled in the web…weave, ebb to flow.

The imperfection of the armour–covered tattered pieces of life.

Some from lessons earned, others never learned.

Earning every inch along the way.

Days of apathy, happiness and sorrow.

Far away looks give pause to the matter, compliment or reason.

Season to chance, it’s all but a dance–

glance with pride, enjoy the ride.

Up comes one, one of many–

Life on display. Come out to play. Any given day.

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Submitted as part of Jingle’s Poetry Potluck, for more great poems click here!

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