Changing direction

Everytime I see the news
There is someone falling
I read and find the clues
That are part life's true calling

While I was falling in this way
The floor was taken from under me
I kept my eyes open just to say
When I looked for others to see.

There were people places and things
I noticed on the way
Chimes alarms and bells that ring
Continuing to come my may.

But then I saw in my reflection
I caught it with just one step
It was the eskalator up
Since then I changed direction.

By Robert

hello Robert...really nice...thank you for sharing...Larry

Hi Robert,

   Always a pleasure to come and read your poetry. The graphic was outstanding!!

   Thank you, my friend.

Your Good Friend

Deborah

Thank you for taking the time to visit, Larry.

Thank you Deborah,

I plan to dwell on this subject a while.  Expect  some great
works to come out sometime this week.
I do much better prose when I have some time, several days
for one poem. Sometimes it takes longer.

A really great poem can come from a moment, but these moments
announce themselves and I can't control where or when.
I really takes the mind on a splendid journey and who knows
were we will land next? I never know what to expect.
The pulizer is waiting for one of these moments.

It is never boring.

Robert