My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
I stand within the gate with hat in hand
contrite as I can be, or so I’m told.
As I await my next (and last) command,
I hope it comes before I get too old.
For in this life we live, we’ll take a stand
And make our choices be they brash or bold.
We live within the dictates of our hearts,
And reap the benefits that life imparts.
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik
In the morning mists I hear a whisper,
a gentle call that lures me from my sleep.
Soft and soothing sounds; a prayer, a vesper,
the dawn of day – a piece of life to keep.
Freshness of the air is getting crisper
as I awaken, breathing life in deep.
Morning mists do bring me to discover,
there’s a brave new world outside these covers.
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013
My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
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