Life is like a puzzle,
As we grow we get bigger,
We put the pieces together,
Although we sometimes make mistakes.

We take one step back to take two forward,
Taking the wrong piece as we go,
Only to find the one we needed,
Was there since long ago.

We mix the pieces,
And we wish we could restart,
But find out we cannot,
And pick the pieces up,

One day we will find our way,
The answer is always there,
Then someone else picks up the pieces,
And starts it on their own.

Too many people in the world to let hate exist.
Just too many.
Don't matter the religious differences.
Which seem to be the center of conflicts.

Too many people in the world to let hate rule.
Just to many.
Don't matter what the politicians tells you?

Many kicks the poor.
Except scriptures states, they shall inherited the world.
And when you look around, they keep the world rotating.
If I'm not mistaken.
They are vital to the work force.

Rich just visit country clubs.
And speaks of profits and boast about their donation.
Without mentioning the tax write off.

Too many people in the world for love not to be pushed.
It's born first in all of us.
And is a strong force that many can't comprehend.
That without it.
We would be longsuffering without temperance.

Too many people in the world to not make our representatives do right.
If we just quit concentrating on things black or white.

An empty cup and an empty heart,
No longer pumping blood,
But allowing sadness to numb,

Flowing through the veins,
Until it reaches the mind,
Leaving its mark ever so slightly,

A mind left imprisoned,
And a  struggle with atelophobia,
And thoughts of am I good enough?

I woke from my nap
And I stretched back
And made a weird noise
And I thought
If you were here
You'd find it adorable
While every other man
Would probably
Be taken aback
And look at me
With digust or
Unappealment.

I thought about you
And how you made me feel
So special.

Today I saw you, my son
You had tears in your eyes
Visiting me with your mother
Five years old, my boy
I wanted to hold you
Then you both walked away

Now you are eleven, my son
You have grown so much
Visiting me on your own
Telling me how you missed me
How you wished I was there
Then you turned and walked away

Sixteen and almost a man
I am so proud of you
You want to be just like me
But you promise to always stay
My love is there for you, my son
Then you turned and walked away

Twenty and in your uniform
You joined the army, my son
A soldier as I used to be
Soon you will have to go
You promise you will always return
A rose on my grave, and never walk away



copyright Chris Smith 2012