I shot a smile into the air
It fell to earth I know not where
Perhaps on someone else’s face
In some forgotten, quiet place.
Perhaps somewhere a sleeping child
Has had a happy dream and smiled
Or some old soul about to die
Has smiled and made a little sigh.
Has sighed a simple final prayer
That lifts up gently in the air
And flows into the world so wild,
Perhaps to wake the sleeping child.
Come sit down beside me,
I said to myself,
And although it doesn’t make sense,
I held my own hand
As a small sign of trust
And together I sat on the fence.
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With a little bit of luck
Will come into your life.
When you are at the peak
Of your great powers,
And your achievement towers
Like a smoking chimney stack
There’ll be a quack
And right there at your feet
A little duck will stand;
She will take you by the hand
And lead you
Like a child with no defence;
She will lead you
Into wisdom, joy and innocence.
That little duck.
I wish you luck.
~ Michael Leunig ~
Things just seem to fall apart,
String bags full of oranges
And things within the heart;
Calamities evaporate and memories depart.
People laugh at anything
And things just fall apart.
“Things just seem to fall apart”
by Michael Leunig
One of my most favoured poems from contemporary Australian poet & artist.
Happy hump day!