Reaching out my hands to the way things used to be
beyond my grasp, it’s so high no one can reach,
Papa don’t yell, Mama don’t preach
I just look into my future and no further can I see.
Everyone’s out for themselves
pointing a finger and not lending a hand,
everyone fighting wars
not trying to comprehend.
I try to fight it, I try to win,
just to get kicked down and push myself up again.
So much to learn, so much to teach
but it seems as though it’s all beyond my reach.
Curbing corners, bending rules
trying to educate closed minded fools,
closing my mind to the fears
that I’ve collected all these years.
Trying to make the most of time
and leave the least I have to behind,
trying to ease an unrested mind
looking beyond cash value to what it’s really worth,
I find myself absorbed in the earth.
The time has come and it is breach
yet so many things are still beyond my reach.
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be