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Not all, but many gray heads
Marvel at youth’s energy and
Innocence, worn by cynicism.
Now, the sun shines on youth,
This moment of first flowering.
Wonder how many will realize
Dreams they are dreaming, or
All the plans they have made?

Do we recall plans we drew?
Did we don them, a sharp suit,
But ill-patterned, poorly sewn?
What metaphor would you use?
Will you try to grow into shoes
Long admired, but still too big?

Wear the shoes design for you,
By you; none but you can wear.
Are they those of a parent, kin,
either gender, for either gender?
A multitude, all true people see.
Were they crafted by a mentor
With you in mind, but too soon?

Each day hammering our anvil
Of creation, though heat fatigued,
News burdened, with life fraught.
No matter your medium, the same
Plan for each and every, creation
Which will stand the test of time.

I hope we learn creation alone
Adds to the glorious complexity
That surrounds us on every side,
Fills all space, time, observation.
Despite any dearth of audience,
You will add to the scope of all.
Those who’ll come after we’re
Gone, unless there’s nothing left.

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People Over Politics, World Over Wealth!

Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength,

Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment

Unite the World!

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Philip Brent Harris Fine Art, Digital Art and Photography

You Talking to Me ~ Philip Brent Harris