Contemplation
With my bearded chin resting
laconically on my fist
I silently contemplate how this
spot I attained.
Were there brighter paths that I
may have missed
where more knowledge could
have been gained?
Adding and subtracting all of the
victories and losses
keeps my internal calculator
whirring at will.
Did I only catch the good feelings on
ultra soft tosses
dropping the laser shots, never
getting my fill.
A man’s disposition determines the
joy in his smile
to be openly shared with those
needing a lift.
The twinkle in a clear eye can most
assuredly beguile
when doled out in abundance,
it’s truly a gift.
For too long I’ve been quite reticent
to openly beam,
I’ve tended to wallow, perceiving
a short shrift.
Perhaps occasional moments on knees
would somehow redeem
this heart, as going through a cleansing
cheesecloth sift.
Submitted for the Fill in the Blank challenge
“man’s disposition determines”
By AlwaysMyWords
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