when we are young we fill our days with everything that comes along seductive glances lead us on pleasures delight our senses we feel great and strong
then comes a time when days are filled with children family and work with barbecues perfectly grilled the same old jokes told for a rhyme and little else
transition to our later years fills days with memories of earlier ones life’s frost has whitened our hair we may start thinking how we were when blood was fresh in our bones when we faced our future with all trust no fears
by now we know what filling our days should hold that our thinking may be clear and bold provoking to the young and make them dare think their own brilliant thoughts and be aware that we have all the time the world can give but none to spare
“There's time enough, but none to spare” are the final words in Charles W. Chesnutt’s novel “The Marrow of Tradition” (1901) about the white racist coup in Wilmington, N. C., in 1898.
The fringes of fate frozen my fingers upon reaching you
………But destiny’s hands are within my grasp…
Then I used my mind’s free will to take hold of it and reach you
Together I’ve achieved fulfilling joy with you at my side
.....…towards a journey to Contentment’s path…
September 25, 2012 http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/willyampax/1042743/ This was one of those poems that I am happy to say, I didn't write a sad poem today. That's what I say last time, been very busy as of lately...
when is it crossing the line? when I am in front of it all laid out on the table seeking a potent euphoria constantly wondering if I have done enough but it is never fulfilling on a search for a meaning in this mess yet never finding one there's always suspense wondering if I am secure the thrill is so intriguing and too hard to give up
In this desolate place of lovers lost I can be the one who "isn't in need," When there is a "way to uncover" The ones always on the silver screen.
I can be... A person who you can trust. I can be... A beautiful "devil of lies," I can be... A loner who only fantasized I can be... A musician who makes music fly I can be... A playful lover with so much life.
But here they found them, These marriages of "perfect love," We live in your hopeful world We eat your "good cooking" We sit in your expensive shade We hear your "creative" music We repent for our "faults so grave"
I can be whatever I will, But I will never be the one Who ever had a dream that Can ever be fulfilled...