Maybe I will be gone but you wouldn't know,
I am not part of your universe anymore.
You plucked me out of your thoughts
I don't think it matters to me when I am gone.
It just affects me now thinking you will care not,
I admit I cannot force my way into the lives I wish to touch.
I hope you remember me, my dilemma is such.
A person's significance is put to test when he is gone,
But you are significant to me, so much I care about.

Every day-
a page
in the book
of life

how should
I live?
What can
I give
to a world
soaked
in tears
and suffering
stifled
with endless strife?

Wherever
I step
let me be
on the side
of the caring
the peaceful
the noble
the humane
the just
and the right

let me
have the courage
to stand up-
every form
of injustice
and cruelty
to fight

let me
lift up
the hands
of the kids
in fear
hunger
in pain
each in
untold plight

if my life
were to bear
any meaning
let my heart
and mind
be bent
towards  the woes
of my fellow beings
and if
to this cause
I sacrifice
without pause
I'll die
feeling
satisfied
with nothing
missing
fulfilled totally
fully worthwhile

If I was time
I'd see so many starts,
everyday moving,
every micro second,
the world changing,
pushing and pulling,
the universe exploding,
the earth rotating,
the man exploring,
the man and its unquenchable thirst,
the cycles repeating,
the rise and the subsequent fall,
the fall always follows the rise,
the end following the beginning,
It's temporary, that is permanent,
this too shall pass,
life is fair,
Time and time, again
are we all here in vain?

these echoes are still in my mind

(that look in your eyes,
the one you gave across the world)

scraps of you torn apart by time

(the promises we made,
wavering like a conquered flag)

You have to let go and not hold on
When life's past has cut you to the bone
Cast away the anchors
grasp
Cut the ropes , drop sails on the mast
Check the weather that the sunrise casts
Let go , Let go ,
. . . the ugly past