I'm Tired

I’m Tired

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

I’m tired.

Was a grueling weekend.

And now my body says,

“I’m tired.  Take care of me.”

There’s nothing wrong

with being tired.

We all get tired.

Marathon runners do.

Teachers get tired.

Policemen get tired.

We all get tired.

There’s nothing wrong with us.

We’re not sick, or needy,

or weak, or disposable.

We’re just tired.

And so, we take care of business …

the business of being tired.

We pause for the break,

we slow down. We rest.

We find a different rhythm.

We adjust life so our bodies

can get over being tired.

Rest is the best elixir, they say.

And so, I drink deeply of rest.

I recover, I rejuvenate,

I restore, I rebuild.

Mostly, I think,

it’s an inside job.

Where do you put your tired?

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If I Could

If I Could

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

If I could write

a lovely song,

I would.

If I could cure cancer,

I would.

If I could heal all hurts,

I would.

If I could bring about

world peace,

I would.

So, what exactly can I do?

I can do what I do best.

Encourage, sing,

write words of hope,

and make friends of

new acquaintances.

I can pray for you.

I can offer you a glimpse of sunlight.

I can do my best with what I have

and perhaps, some of that will

spill over onto your life.

I can be a

good version of me.

I hope you like

what that looks like.

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Once I Was Young

Once I Was Young

© 2018 by P Michael Biggs

Once I was young,

and could climb trees,

run races, ride bikes.

I was young then.

I once played baseball.

I was good, in my day.

I could catch, and scoop,

I could bat and run the bases.

I even hit a couple homeruns.

I loved baseball, when I was young.

When I was young,

we made go-carts,

and flew kites.

We played kick-the-can,

And hide-n-seek.

We rode broom-stick horses,

and made tents out of quilts.

We camped out in the back yard.

We ate marshmallows on Grahm Crackers.

We stopped the milkman and bought

three-cent chocolate milk in half-pints.

when I was young.

Today, I have my memories.

Grand and glorious memories

of those days now gone.

We were so young back then,

with grand ideas,

and a ready laugh,

and we could make a game

of a stick and a rag.

Thankful for when I was young.

Thankful for you, my friends,

who friended me in those times.

Thankful for the memories

of when I was young once.

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