Array ( [sid] => 182754 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Shaken, Not Stirred. [time] => 2016-03-12 21:37:29 [hometext] => What brings you hope each morning? [bodytext] => I keep a snowball glass beside my bed so I can see;
How oddly things can seem to change when flakes fall differently.

Look deep into the crystal ball, the snowflakes rearranged;
Although the scene seems different, what has really changed?

No flakes got out, no flakes got in, the liquid stayed the same;
A little city under glass, completely self-contained!

Spun around by chance or choice, we know not what awaits;
All of us will shift and drift, upon the tides of fate;

Awakened by some turbulance to dance and spin around;
Patiently we slowly settle back to find our ground.

We haven’t gained, we haven’t lost, we’ve shifted to adjust;
Our wins and losses come to rest as, in time, they must.

A gift of hope inside a glass beside my bed awaits;
No matter what each dawning brings, no matter our mistakes;

We’ll deal with grace as we each face the trials that try our mettle;
To see the changing scenery each time the snowflakes settle! [comments] => 5 [counter] => 137 [topic] => 60 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => insomniac ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Shaken, Not Stirred.


Shaken, Not Stirred.
Date: Saturday, 12th March 2016 @ 09:37:29 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
I keep a snowball glass beside my bed so I can see;
How oddly things can seem to change when flakes fall differently.

Look deep into the crystal ball, the snowflakes rearranged;
Although the scene seems different, what has really changed?

No flakes got out, no flakes got in, the liquid stayed the same;
A little city under glass, completely self-contained!

Spun around by chance or choice, we know not what awaits;
All of us will shift and drift, upon the tides of fate;

Awakened by some turbulance to dance and spin around;
Patiently we slowly settle back to find our ground.

We haven’t gained, we haven’t lost, we’ve shifted to adjust;
Our wins and losses come to rest as, in time, they must.

A gift of hope inside a glass beside my bed awaits;
No matter what each dawning brings, no matter our mistakes;

We’ll deal with grace as we each face the trials that try our mettle;
To see the changing scenery each time the snowflakes settle!

This poem is Copyright © softerware


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