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30:03:2015....


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Standing on the mountain of my life.
Looking down over the valley of my past.
I was amazed to see such beauty.
Taking to account the hardships I've endured.
And false promises that lured.

While I journeyed through my valley.
I was totally blind and oblivious to its beauty.
All I could see was the pain and suffering.
I overlooked the happiness.
And missed the flower's loveliness.

On a few occasions I had to cross that river.
Standing on its bank fearing its rage.
Foaming and roaring I wondered,
What tragedies does it hold?
The mere thought of crossing it left me cold.

And when the night fell so dark.
I found shelter under the trees.
The wind whispering softly over head.
I closed my eyes and felt peace.
Enjoying a quiet night's sleep.

But now standing up here.
Gazing over my valley.
The flowers and pebbles all clustered.
I see the bigger picture.
One of beauty and luster.

The river brought purification.
And the ground gave stability.
I ate of the sweet fruits.
All my needs were abundantly fulfilled.
My life to the fullest I had lived.

Now, only now I come to realize.
How important balance is.
How the one can't exist without the other.
How Life as We do, needs all aspects.
Absolutely irrelevant how abstract.

It's this uncanny yet apparent chaos.
That brings me to this pivotal point.
Standing on the mountain of my life.
Looking over the valley of my past.
Realizing my blessings were so vast.

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The Valley Of My Past....
Date: Saturday, 4th April 2015 @ 03:15:52 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: RussellReinhardt
My 9 year old daughter was with me on a trip and just said this "Standing on the mountain of my life" it inspired my first attempt at poetry without too much rhyme. I trust it will fall gently on the reader's eyes. It's also how I imagined I would feel at the end of my life.


30:03:2015....


photo Looking Down On My Valley_zps7iujat7w.jpeg



Standing on the mountain of my life.
Looking down over the valley of my past.
I was amazed to see such beauty.
Taking to account the hardships I've endured.
And false promises that lured.

While I journeyed through my valley.
I was totally blind and oblivious to its beauty.
All I could see was the pain and suffering.
I overlooked the happiness.
And missed the flower's loveliness.

On a few occasions I had to cross that river.
Standing on its bank fearing its rage.
Foaming and roaring I wondered,
What tragedies does it hold?
The mere thought of crossing it left me cold.

And when the night fell so dark.
I found shelter under the trees.
The wind whispering softly over head.
I closed my eyes and felt peace.
Enjoying a quiet night's sleep.

But now standing up here.
Gazing over my valley.
The flowers and pebbles all clustered.
I see the bigger picture.
One of beauty and luster.

The river brought purification.
And the ground gave stability.
I ate of the sweet fruits.
All my needs were abundantly fulfilled.
My life to the fullest I had lived.

Now, only now I come to realize.
How important balance is.
How the one can't exist without the other.
How Life as We do, needs all aspects.
Absolutely irrelevant how abstract.

It's this uncanny yet apparent chaos.
That brings me to this pivotal point.
Standing on the mountain of my life.
Looking over the valley of my past.
Realizing my blessings were so vast.

RR

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