Her little voice reached my ears,
“I wish we never had bad things happen;
I’d be happy all the time.”
“But little one,” I replied,
“How would you know you were happy?
If you knew no discontent, what
would make you learn new things
and try to improve yourself?
Pain and adversity help us grow.”
This is my contribution to G-Man’s Friday Flash 55. I’m also linking this to d’Verse Poets challenge to write a poem addressing balance.
I love the challenge Mama Zen has given us a Read Toads today. It’s quite simply to cut through all the excessive wordy crap and describe our lives poetically in thirty-five words or less. Luckily my prose is where I generally ramble, rather than my poetry, so this was a fun quick write.
down on the farm
tired and beat
from eight hours away
never far from my hand
does the trusty Nikon stray
documenting life with the animals
laughing, loving, cussing
and crying every day.
Be sure to visit Real Toads for brief poems on other people’s lives.
It’s my favorite poetic night of the week. Write a story in exactly 55 words and let G-Man know about it. He truly is the most gracious host from coast to coast! It’s Friday Flash 55!
I find that I would rather shovel shit than go to my day job.
That might seem strange, but here’s why.
You know what you’re getting into right from the start.
It’s equal~everybody shits and nobody smells good.
You can see you are making progress
and feel good about a job well done.