Progress

and we all know the way
and we all see at times
but some walk the beam
while others must strive

and yet in colliding we tend
to remind one another to
lay low, to hover, and
let it all go

and to live without knowing the way.

and there isnt any age when life
eases up cuz its all the same,
we’re just different

and the leaf speaks the same
as poet or philosopher,
knowing what’s what

takes homogenous thought
and a rhythm-trained ear

for progress travels in sound
aging want for the music life
lends to the listening

-Bree 2000