It’s a Wonderful Life of New Possibilties
It’s a Wonderful Life of New Possibilities
We felt something enter the air, like the laughter of kids at a merry-go-round;
except it was more than that; closer to a sigh,
a noise that brightened us like the moon
brightens the sky, or even how dish soap
leaves plates feeling brand new, allowing no room for revenge
from the past, just room for new shoes.
I welcome the novel, because your new shoes
are a lot like your old ones; they bring me back to the merry-go-round
and the days of our youth filled with revenge
instead of letting things like that go with a relieved sigh;
on that fateful day, we gleefully moved on, reaching for the dish soap
to rinse our past, and brighten our future with the help of the moon.
I remember the first time, we thought we were bright like the moon
but our sky was turning dull, and dirt formed on your shoes
from our long, tiring trek; though we tried to find dish soap
all we found was an empty bottle and a retired merry-go-round
with only the faint sound of laughter, because our sighs
overpowered our love with tainted revenge.
Now, however, something in the air replaced our old revenge
with new stars; perhaps they were always there, but now the moon
burns bright and allows them to manifest with a happy sigh
and suddenly your dirt is gone and your shoes
are prepared for our new trek as we hear faint laughter from the merry-go-round
and our empty bottle is filled to the brim with dish soap.
The aroma from our fresh vanilla dish soap
lets us to leave behind our memories of revenge
and take the time to listen to the laughter from the merry-go-round,
because, in fact, it isn’t kids laughter, but ours. We watch the moon
and the stars shine brightly on your clean, newly protected shoes
and as the day goes on, our laughter turns to fulfilled sighs.
We hold hands and appreciate the noise of our sigh
because it left our past behind with the help of vanilla dish soap
and now loose dirt falls off and reveals your new shoes
are really your old ones, I am just looking from a new perspective with no revenge
and only the light from the stars and the moon,
which you gladly present to me just like George Bailey, only we are on a merry-go-round.
These beautiful sighs envelop our old revenge
and now we smell of vanilla dish soap under the radiant moon
with your clean, old shoes that compliment our new memories from the merry-go-round.