by R A Beeman
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
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Visons of life reflect our inner beings to those who see us on the outside only.
I see far ahead the road most traveled.
I have walked many miles carrying many burdens
through the valleys and back up on the mountains.
Each time I travel this pathway, I realize what I am being
Life is too beautiful and time makes the difference.
Not living life each day to the greatest extent possible
is like carrying your burdens up that steep sloop.
It will never be life as you see it and you will never be able
Give each day itís just dues and give yourself the same.
For if you donít, then it is only you to blame.
Whatever purpose your outside life has become.
It is the inner self that holds you together keeping
your web tightly spun.
Live free and without longing. For one day you will
find that true friend belonging.
Though time brings more grey and our looks are aged,
the reality of life means youíre free from your cage.
Take what time you need to know just who you are.
True friends are more nearer than far.
When life beats you down and youíve nowhere to go.
Then on bended knees is all I know.
He created us free to choose; free to love, free to live.
Not to receive but to always to give.
Our reputations and standards stand bare and black.
It is a long road home wearing the mask.
I see long down that road to a place Iíve yet been.
A place of tranquil peace, were we all shall enter in.