At day’s end I look back and see
what Zorba saw
and celebrates:
life in all its
glorious, full catastrophe.
Moments of joy
mix with flashes
of sorrow as
I stand, back pressed against life’s wall.
Why complain when
I can step forth
and start to dance?
JDG
WOW. I absolutely LOVE it, especially asking while pressed against the wall, “Why complain when I can step forth and begin to dance?” THAT’S the life, I know!
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