The Powers to Be
My day started early, 2:30 am
I lay in bed to wonder, who I am.
Midlife has come, my light is growing dim. I look back to see unfulfilled dreams.
Without a note, a song I once wrote, of a love I once knew. I wonder if, but no, she never knew. The words, the rhyme, like time, have all gone, but, from time to time they do come back, to sing them one last time.
Wait ‘til then, I’ve been told, my dreams will then all unfold.
I once had a dream of what I would be, a man for all to see.
With cares and concern they arrived, all day long I would considered their cries,
With love and care, this I would share, a smile at last, not the usual, arctic blast.
The simple things I could give, love to share with a caring stare.
But the powers to be just didn’t care, so down I was thrown, to be on my own.
Those I love, family as one, have all left me because I am shunned.
My light grows dim you see, in 20 or 30 you won’t see me.
This poem is in remembrance of me.
I once had hope to help me cope
My wife, my life, my child, we would not grope. The cares, the love, the powers to be, these once all made me.
From door to door I would go, alive with the spirit, all aglow. With God’s word I gladly showed, to give hope, comfort, the love of God that grows.
Things have changed, all seems so strange.
My wife, my life, my child, we all still hope, with problems in life, we must cope.
With new found friends our lives won’t end, for now our journey truly begins.
The love and care, I can still share, the powers to be, just won’t care.
So here I lie to wonder why, of all the people to be shown, my life that is to be known. The courage, the strength, this has been shown to me, for I truly now know, God won’t kill me, if I don’t believe the powers to be.
My God, and his Christ now carries me, this all should be able to see.
I can live with that, for they have shown me the freedom of TTATT.
Affectionately: Brother of the Hawk ( I will surrender my mind no more, forever )