My first response was a joke, a jive
What gives energy, makes me feel alive?
It is the look in my daughter’s eyes
It’s the smile my son cannot hide
When my wife holds my hand
Because it’s there and she can
The electricity of her lips
It’s my hands on her hips
When the words in a poem I write
Fit together, snug and tight
Waking in time to see the sunrise
And watching it fall like low tides
When the air smells of wet stone
But the rain has not yet shone
When the tempest storm rages
Like feral animals in cages
Safe, yet savage
Rage and ravage
When someone comments “I relate”
Energy percolates, proliferates
When you share and like
My endorphins spike
These things give energy, make me feel alive
These are the things that give me life.
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