Could he be serotonin or acetylcholine, you ask?
Definitey not; despite the fact that he made them
Yet, as I took a stroll that morning
Careful about everything except the ‘nothing’ he asked that I be careful about,
And pouring out my heart to him-
My defeat and all,
He spoke to me
That eerie sense of peace, calm and direction
Did he do it by infusing inhibitory neurotransmitters?
Nah, I’m not doing this
‘Cos I don’t know the mechanism of its action
All I know, all I need,
Is the peace that I felt
He gave me peace and calmed my nerves
Medically correct-or not!
So, it’s another Monday. Today’s poem is on moments, appreciating them and taking second looks at the seemingly mundane. Enjoy! MOMENTS You never know, you just never know There he was last night, holding your hands, Looking into your eyes with passion beyond expression, And then; here he was this morning, telling a sad tale of never! Who knew love could become so tasteless overnight? It had seemed over in less than a flash; So much for the deep love you shared. Where it all ends, you just never know! Memories of baby’s not so far away childhood, Flickered before her eyes like a dimly lit flame Was it not just last summer she had started crawling? And in what appeared to be less than 24hours, She had walked, jumped and taken sandwiches to school And now, she fit smugly into a graduation gown, cape and all, Her baby was now a grown woman And those memories were all she had left! He stroked her tapered fingers lovingly as he wept by her beds...
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