The Getaway

The Getaway

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

It’s the weekend

before July 4.

Time to getaway.

Where do we go?

What do we do?

Well, we get away.

We camp, we BBQ

We swim, we parade,

We visit family, we rest.

We get away.

Today, we take a small trip.

Nothing big, just sixty miles.

But it’s a getaway.

We don’t have to go,

we just want to go.

We kind of want to

get away.

But we’ll come back.

We always do.

And we pick up the

little bitsy pieces

of our little bitsy lives.

Life is good.

Getaways are good,

if only to come back.

Goodbye, as you leave.

Welcome back.

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I Want Time to Walk

I Want Time to Walk

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

I want time to walk.

Life is a fleeting experience

and I don’t want to miss any of it.

I want time to walk.

I’ll stride slowly by the roses.

I’ll sit on Sunset and watch the gulls.

I’ll breathe deeply of the ocean

and hear the waves rushing to shore.

I’ll savor time with grandkids.

I’ll taste every bite of what I love.

I’ll note the subtleties of

Diana Krall, Nat ‘King” Cole

and Beethoven’s Fifth.

I’ll walk slowly through

a book store and marvel

at how mankind can create

such works of variety and intensity.

I’ll wave at small children,

and get a smile and a giggle.

I’ll listen to the aged

for they can teach us much.

I want time to walk.

And when the walking is hard,

I’ll sit and watch.

I’ll listen to others

and smile and nod

I’ll enjoy being here

for a few more days

I love this life

and my place in this world.

I’ll remember where I walked,

and the talks I talked,

and the hand I held,

and the love I shared.

For I had a good walk,

a slow walk,

a soul-satisfying walk

on this good earth.

And I thank God.

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Becoming a True You

Becoming a True You

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

Who am I?

I ponder, I sigh.

I seek, I cry,

“I’m a nice guy.”

What in this world

do I want to become?

What can I become?

A drummer who drums,

a bum who seeks crumbs?

What in this world

do I want to become?

When life abates

and I stand at the gates,

what will await?

Will anyone advocate?

What did I do,

with each breath I drew?

And a voice I knew,

gave me a clue.

Did you become you?

Did you do all you could do?

Your talents may have been few,

but what did you do?

You were only called

to be a true YOU!

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