Life Is As Life Should
Exactly as planned

His toes curl in the crisp white sand,
His ears hum with the sound of the crashing waves,
He turns his face to be kissed by the blazing sun,
And the wind whirls his doldrums away.
**
The salted scent coats his tongue,
The taste concreting his memories of home,
He hears the whisper of his mother’s sweet voice,
And swears he can feel her arms wrapping him today.
**
He sinks to his haunches and lets go,
Lost in his memories of the days of old,
Days when life was a blessing, a dream to behold,
A time of happiness, love and a welcoming fold.
**
Now he’s alone with only his strength to survive,
And he wanders the countryside looking for he knows not,
Be it a warm summer sea spray, or a star twinkling night,
He wanders lost in his solitude, very much on his own.
**
His heart fills with the wonder of this magical world,
One in which his senses seek glory in a touch or a sound,
And when he’s in need of comfort, he turns to his soul,
Where he finds those that still love him, albeit from afar.
**
His circle of life runs through the long days,
He ventures, explores and wanders the unknown,
He is gifted much wisdom from the view he stumbles upon,
Knowing his world is exactly as it is meant to be.
**
Sunshine or rain, he’ll survive the sheer chaos,
Waking to the perfection of a fate that will unveil,
He’ll learn the set of lessons he once chose; those many moons ago,
And when his day comes, he’ll leave behind any unforgiving regret.
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Tomorrow is for dreaming,
While today is for living,
He’ll take every minute and add it to the rest,
Smiling at the wonder of a world destined to the absolute divine.

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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.


Comments (4)
As I was reading I want to tag it as my favorite line, but the next one even better. Loved it! ❤️
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Tomorrow's is for dreaming while today is for living, I especially loved that my friend!
Amazing