It was better than it could have been and Yet it could have been better than it was But what it was and is (which is my hand As dealt me) was to become my because
The answer which I came to understand To "Why am I here?" My quest and my cause Is but to leave it better than I found It waiting for me to take up and be (If sometimes squalid at other times grand) Whatever I want now as I set free My destiny found lying on the ground As a wrapped gift by the side of the road
This compass which tells me where I am bound How best to bear the burden share the load Life gave me I must wear upon my back This knowledge I need in order to grow And how to love and live with what I lack Or rather without what others might know Who spoke into the dark without a sound And told nothing since no one told them so
But that was back before I came around I mean to make some noise before I go And not go quietly into the dark If there is to be fire I am the spark
Have I lived long enough? (How about you?) I have not yet learned how to be a man Despite what I have done and what I do So I must keep doing the best I can Although it might not be enough at last And not go quietly into the dark Into the dreary dustbin of the past If there is to be fire: I am the spark
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
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A beautiful write--empowering! Courageous! To not go quietly--love this one. Happy Birthday to you, and Happy New Year.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
God Bless,
Lew
Ron