It is important to pay attention to the little things, the smaller things in life that make sense when they add up. Somehow these unreflected bits of our lives are sometimes that which defines you. For me, they are bits of our insanity unchained that keeps us who we are and as time slips away I like to recollect a few that I can remember. Whether it is a good morning hug or whether they are conversations that sometimes don't even add up. I like to think of them as masterpieces that are drawn as bits and pieces of a large sketch, they are not always apparent, but they are always there. Here's of and to the little things in life that we sometimes find and the few of them that life redefines.
Of Little Things
These little things that I write about at odd hours of day
There are in the back of my mind and yet hidden someways
They may be recollections of an hour, days and weeks
They are meaning where there are none, the ones that we seek
These painters, the artists the geniuses of our time
They have found sketches here & there when it is hard to find
They have looked for inspiration in the places often uninspired
They have spoken to some thoughts, which have otherwise retired
To the little things, that we fail to pay attention sometimes
That has been passed on from you to ones that I keep as mine
We will all get to keep these bits and pieces of ourselves
And remain as the writings we read and the memories in which we dwell
Let go as time passes by, we will rise and fall and try again
We will learn to love insanity in that little way that makes us insane
We will have much more to learn, much more to give
For now these memories and the little things in life, are all I keep
Of Little Things
These little things that I write about at odd hours of day
There are in the back of my mind and yet hidden someways
They may be recollections of an hour, days and weeks
They are meaning where there are none, the ones that we seek
These painters, the artists the geniuses of our time
They have found sketches here & there when it is hard to find
They have looked for inspiration in the places often uninspired
They have spoken to some thoughts, which have otherwise retired
To the little things, that we fail to pay attention sometimes
That has been passed on from you to ones that I keep as mine
We will all get to keep these bits and pieces of ourselves
And remain as the writings we read and the memories in which we dwell
Let go as time passes by, we will rise and fall and try again
We will learn to love insanity in that little way that makes us insane
We will have much more to learn, much more to give
For now these memories and the little things in life, are all I keep
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