Mowing on . . .



Wasted days don't come back again,
stay in the past at least and last
I am building a wall without a gate . . .

Glorious day touching my senses, here I will stay
creating a bridge to the future . . .
and I am mowing

in to the future
of what
I am





Poetry by Dan Cederholm
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Written on 2007-05-08 at 14:04

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inspirational words in this... i'm with you on this one... "creating a bridge to the future" is very nice imagery describing what you speak of here... i like 'mowing on' too as i get in mind a path that needs clearing... and you're actively making the way toward the future... that's how my mind interprets the imagery in your words... i enjoyed this a lot because it feels lifted, like a weight is no longer around to stop the process... :) good poem :) *hugs* xx
2007-05-08