Everyone wants to be first, to win, to be in front. Many will sacrifice much to be one of the first to own new things. Number one, the winner, trailblazer and trendsetter. Yeah maybe, but taxing and unsustainable. Simply see each day as the first and live a little.

All things first becomes memorable facts;
From first steps,
to your first words,
making first friends,
to that first car, job, love and experience of death.

Some firsts are furtively fun;
First bite of chocolate,
first slow intimate dance,
first beer, liquor or wine,
first time having feelings of romance,
feeling that lovely chill down your spine.

Other firsts are forming and forever;
A first lingering kiss,
your first fearsome fight,
an amazing first love,
your very first time.
Unaware this all paves the way to a first broken heart.

Thankfully firsts feature throughout life,
becoming markers for times of happiness and strife.
A life line notched with copious firsts entertained
is a life lived with love and adventure entwined.

Each new day is the first of the rest of our lives,
fill it with new thoughts, activities and loves;
take a different route to work,
enjoy the long way home,
eat something new or alive,
learn something strange,
don’t just survive!
Firsts are currency that when well spent,
accrues experience and erase malcontent.

Thankfully there is one repeatable first;
simply consider that every opportunity presented
could be the last one we get,
then purposely plant a new first marker
and remove the chance of later regret.

2 responses to “First, a poem”

  1. Love this! Every new day is a first, a moment you never had before!

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    liebenbergsarie

    What a wonderful world……..

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