New

 

Everything is new – but we forget

the wisdom of the child.

The folly of the old who’ve seen it

all before, and THINK they know.

Each second born anew, each new breath

– never before.

This moment never happened

until it happened now.

That is the poet’s work,

the artist’s joy,

to show the world anew because it is.

…………….

Copyright 2014 Prayerwarriorpsychicnot

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