Creative License

It’s late
This is how we do it
Let it all hang out
Let it all begin

It’s early
This is how we do it
Let it all hang out
Take it all in

The quiet
The still of the night
The night of our lives

We get one chance
The chance of a lifetime
The time of our lives

It’s never too early
It’s never too late

Too late
This is how we do it
They’re just getting started
We’re already there

Too late
It’s never too late
Before it’s too early
We’re already there

© Copyright 2014 Bob Kadrie, Atlanta, GA. All rights reserved.

Half the time,
It’s all the time.
Time is a healer,
And time doesn’t stand still.

Time is everything.
It’s everything we’ve got.
Time after time after,
Time after time.

Time is everything.
It’s everything we need.
Time after time after,
Time after time.

(Here comes the twister)

© Copyright 2014 Bob Kadrie, Atlanta, GA. All rights reserved.

One

Ink on paper
A momentary thought
A letter to myself
Something to remind me

It’s nothing more
Than ink on paper
You can see right through it
Not a memory
But a reminder of what has passed
And what has yet to come

A photograph
A flash of light
A slice of time
Something to remind me

Now blink, there’s nothing more
A photograph
You can see right through it
Not a memory
But a reminder of what has passed
And what has yet to come

Two

We make our ghosts along the way
Then hide them in a cardboard box
Away from today
Bound for tomorrow

Promises lost
Promises found
Promises kept
Promises bound
Bound for tomorrow

This box is filled with dust
Ink on paper
Only a photograph
Not a memory
But a reminder of what has passed
And what has yet to come

Open it wide and let them out
These promises are buried deep
Beneath the dust that clouds our memories
Robs us of our celebration
Of ghosts we’ve never known
And those who’ve yet to come

Three

These ghosts are mine
These ghosts are yours
We’ve known them for a moment
And we’ve known them for a lifetime

They make us who we are
And who we will become
Together

Our ghosts
They dance among us
They point us down a dusty path
To the left from which we came
And to the right for which we’ll go

Our ghosts are all we’ve been
And all that’s yet to come
Dance with joy
Keep them near
To remind us

To help us with our tears
And our smiles
But mostly with the life we have before us
These ghosts are mine
And yours
And ours
Open the box and let them free

A word
A picture
A card
Not a memory
But a reminder of what has passed
And what has yet to come

Let our ghosts run free
So we can be among them

And dance
And cry
And sing
And explore the world ahead of us

Together.

© Copyright 2010 Bob Kadrie, Atlanta, GA. All rights reserved.