Traveling through Life in Different Guises…
Through life we travel in pretense,
Not that it to me makes much sense,
Why bother to change the self for others,
As long as we were good enough for fathers and mothers…
Hiding behind the mask of the clown,
Feigning the fact of humor with an upside down frown,
Passing by He that does wear of thorns a crown,
Toting his cross up to the hill that on top is round…
We pass through this life but once or so it is said,
Do we need to pass it by leaving nothing in our path but blood so red?
Bleeding and crying but hiding behind our masks,
Drinking and guzzling the booze in our flasks…
Are we of necessity an army of one?
Do we carry though life to kill a gun?
Not all the time do I write of the pun,
Sometimes I must just let my mind on run…
© ed ~ 6/30/05
Now, your very real, emotional plea to be "kinder and gentler" flew straight into my head and my heart. When you do commentary on life, my eyes get wet. You're just such a sweetie-pie... (smile) katy xox
WOW. A thought provoker you've penned--brought me up short. Well done, Poet and friend!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
Love Tinka
Reindeer
in these thought-provoking words