Two Hands on the Wheel

In most cases it is a big deal.

With all the twists and turns

The road sometimes gives no warning.

One hand can be steady then suddenly,

A gust of wind can jolt the track

Does no good, to look back.

Adjusting for another means, two hands on the wheel.

Considering the notice, should be heeded.

Sooner or later a twist or turn might present some concern.

If by one, a dilemma is introduced, dictates direction.

Late response offers little interception.

Roadway seems threatening, counterpoise is imperative.

Dually handed, regains course firmly in control.                                                                                

Dodging a tailspin needing to regain composure,

The wheel has spoken.

hope you enjoyed the reading,

M.Steven

A Stone Wall

  A Stone Wall

 

May easily lead to a

       downfall

Hardness that prevents

       penetration

Challenges the will to

       carry on

The mere essence of

       stonework

Defies the average

       roadblock

Is it worth

       climbing?

Can one go

       around?

Strength and insight from

       within

Speaks to the human

       capacity

Finding another way will save

       the day

Will the new direction

       deliver…

Or be a pivotal foregone-

       Conclusion?

hope you enjoyed the reading.

M.Steven

Getting Old'ing

Never a small thing.

Step by step passing Spring,

Flexibility of all sorts now, mostly sting.

Sharpness of mind vastly fleeting.

Interests once most important: dulling.

Beloved soul mate, no longer holding.

Family distant and not forthcoming.

The forlorn ground rules,

Commands the callous diminishing.

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M.Steven

When You're Young

When You’re Young

Everything is totally fun.

Experiencing life for the first time

Defining yourself is taking shape.

Innocent loves, jobs and friendships,

Come and go within the twenty-four.

When you’re young, the consequences hit hard,

Or bypass by a hair.

Carefree attitudes on living can spill over easily,

As camouflaged confidence.

When you’re young, what may have been instilled, in due time

Can take its toll exposing truths

When all is fully distilled.

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M. Steven

I'm Working On It

This can be said in many instances, since we were born it’s a constant persistence.

Figuring out character traits is a huge subsistence. Eventually being diligent and real becomes a personal existence.

Everywhere you turn that phrase can be attained, hopefully with the least resistance.

At work on a task or home on a project, with the urging of your partners insistence.

Hopefully, at a ripe old age we’re still pensive and confidently knowing…

“I’m working on it.”

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M. Steven

In The Morning Sun

 

So much can be done.

Invigorating energy jolts

All senses to deliver,

Abundant rays of happiness.

It’s the best way to start a day.

No gloomy skies, rain clouds

Just an open mind to approach

A brand-new day, hoping this start,

Will set into motion a mind set

That transforms listlessness into vivacity.

hope you enjoyed the reading,

M. Steven

Small Breaths

 

As you hold her dearly

Becomes a sensation that

Is recognized clearly

The innocent breaths of life.

While holding the bundle

This brings one to distinguish

The gravity of parenthood.

Short essential airy contact

Between toddler and kinship.

Is the infusion of generational

Love, that will forever remain,

Inherent.

hope you enjoyed the reading.

M. Steven