Keystroke Journal

C’est La Vie  (A Poem by GG) You won’t know your blessings,  until you begin counting;  You won’t know what you miss,  until you glimpse;  You won’t know you can,  until you hang on;  You won’t know love  until you persevere;  You won’t know the mess,  until you get advise;  You won’t know existing,  until you start sharing;  You won’t know growing-up,  until you stand up.  C’est la vie! 

Yesterday, I slept with tears in my eyes; It was like drowning. Today, I write with tears on my mind; As I submerge myself deeply. Tomorrow, I'll live with tears of joy in my heart; And I will flow like a river.

(Note: After more than a year of absence, I'm back to writing down my thoughts online. To start, here's a poem inspired by my room window. Out in the window, The sun rays in glory; Clouds up high in grandeur; The moon beams so shiny; Stars twinkle in a row; As I gaze in awe. Birds chirp in chorus; Flowers bloom in caucus; Falling leaves rustle; Icy crystals splatter; All of these matter. Busy Bees sizzle; Shower rains drizzle; Crazy Cars speed; Gentle voices heard; As I listen to their ode. Wet days; Sunny Mays; Busy highways; Quiet times; All of these, Out in the window ...