Onto this shadow dot we're cast On universe's finite speck of dust To wake and sleep while all is passed To give and grasp, to love and lust
To spend our time in new found joy Or spend it all in baseless fear Accepting life's amusing ploy Or fighting all that's gone or here
Keeping time with the common beat Join the sing along with the hummer Or march through life on silent feet List'ning for a different drummer
'Tis into riches some are born And others into sorrow's plight Where fortune falls upon the morn' Or in the depths of pauper's night
Where matters not in light of life Only if we spend in growing The time we spend in joy or strife For the making of our knowing
In growing hours as children play To waste away the childhood time In frolic through a sunlit day They are acting out a pantomime
Out on the playground structures set They're idle in the sunset's glow O'er the sagging tennis court net Only the empty fading shadows flow
Where we were with a future unknown Thoughts of what we'll do tomorrow What will grow from seeds we've sown And what will come of dreams we borrow
As we look at daylights morning ebb Or at the bright and sunny afternoon The dew drop on a spiders web mocks the light of the midnight moon
There's confusion in the lonely why Why we be left only to ourself Of time and love that passed us by Like an untouched book on the shelf
How do we truly face the ugly time With Gallant ease or not at all With the bitter taste of the lime Or softness like the leaves that fall
And how do we face our fearsome battles All, with our unending courage or With hate, fear and saber rattles And what end have we fought them for.
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You are a talented poet, and as always, I really enjoyed this one.
I have been having problems with my glaucoma and can't sit and type for as long as I would like to do so.
So It is taking longer than I had planned. But I am determined.
I absolutely love this particular poem as most this touches a part of my heart I thought was no longer touchable.
Your poetry has done more for me to get in touch with myself than most of my therapy as it makes me think and look introspectively at what I aam doing and where I am going.
Take care Dad. Love Beth.
Great poem!!!