Our Neighbors
As if by God’s finger points or
Like air-born seeds of cottonwood,
We settle down on the same street
As beginners or semi-ones, just
Brief greetings doable most of times
Of our hectic days.
Children’s affairs, monetary demands,
And so forth, plunge us into the sea of
Arduous games, forcing to be
Athletes of our lives.
Then the devil sneaks in, poking our
Shoulders,
Heart-monitor, a no more stranger.
We seek the better place, like insects
With the broken antenna.
In realization, we straighten our back,
Tend the old garden.
We let the wind blow its course.
©Byung A. Fallgren
Byung A. Fallgren 
So heartfelt and bittersweet.
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Thank you so much.
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So profound, Byung
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Love this one. “Athletes of our lives” “We seek the better place like insects”. “We let the things run their course”. Gorgeous poetry. Thank you.
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Thank you, Jane. Stay safe.
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Thank you, Derrick. Stay healthy and safe.
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Beautiful ❣️
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Thank you so much. Stay safe.
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You, too
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Beautiful poem!
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Thank you. Stay healthy and safe.
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Wonderful poem, I love the lines, “We seek the better place, like insects”. Thanks for posting this.
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You are very welcome. Thank you for visiting.
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