It's not an easy road
Many see the glamour and the glitter
And think it's a bed of rose
Who feels it knows
Lord help me sustain these blows
From the minute of birth you enter this earth
Obstacles in your way to overcome first
Throughout everyday they seem to get worse
Oh my God cast away this curse
Everybody is trying to make ends meet
Through every way the endeavor
Lord God you see it
No matter what the world may say on the street
Must have to survive, won't accept defeat
Now I'm weary, tired and dreary
Got no time to waste.

She looked lovingly into his young eyes
It was a fluttering infatuation
She had forgotten this old feeling
Her heart flickered like an old lamp
That is what 25 years of miserable marriage does to one
She had finally found strength to walk away from it
That's when she met the young man
He held her hand and wiped her eyes
He was godsend
He fed her cat and walked her dog
They grew close,
A bond was forming
In his company, food tasted better
She started swaying to music again
Their chats and walks were healing her
But she still had moments when fear gripped her
She kept reminding him
Her heart was an old piano
Broken and unused
She requested he be gentle with it
It needed mending
Tears welled from her eyes often
The youngin always wrapped her in his arms
'I got you', he would whisper tenderly

Like a trickling tap
That needs urgent attention
But it's the middle of night
Its freezing , but the sound won't go
Such is the urge to write the next poem
Fingers itch
To write the words that bewitch
Cast a spell
Give them words they can't spell
I watch mum's pride swell
You see she has been unwell
Where do the words come from
Deep inside they form
Once I get in the zone, bound
It takes a while to unbound
I dunno how long I have had it
It comes to me like a fit
All I want then, is raise my feet
Let creativity take control
Give them something to troll
I watch as their mouth foams
The hate comes in different

Being by herself, that's all she has known
Dad was never there, mum left
They had their own demons to deal with
They struggled with the bottle and other ills
She never missed their love
How can you miss what you never had

She's an adult now
She has a lot of friends or are they really
A job to keep her going
She is miss independent now
Did I mention she's got a boyfriend
Yes, they are inseparable

Soon she might want to be a parent
Is she equipped to succeed at it
I wonder aloud
Or is she doomed from the go
She's has no point of reference
Nor does she have any ready support from mum
Simply, she might be walking in the darkness

Would it be fair to judge her parenting skills
Especially, if she makes mistakes while trying
What is role of one generation preparing the next
Are parents obliged to train and prepare their children for life challenges
If yes , what about orphans
Where do they turn to

Anyways, I sit here and wish her well
Many with similar stories have succeeded
She'll prolly do it.
Afterall, she has made it adulthood
She will be alright , I reckon

The old man's heart pained
He stared blankly into his phone
It had not rang for a long time
Days had turned into months
Since his son drove off in the middle of the night
He had not heard from him

He dared to question his son's love life
He tried to understand his boy's choice
Why would he want to move in with someone's wife
He prayed that he'll come to his senses

The young shouted and argued with his dad
He was in love and that's all that mattered
She was his world
All he ever wanted
Dad shook his head as he watched his boy disappear into the night
He started his truck , gone

The old man missed the days when they fished together
Times when sat cross each other around the camp fire
When he took his little boy to support the local team

Now he had become his own man
He did not need his dad to hold his hand anymore
This left his old man heartbroken
Not since he had lost his wife, had he felt like this
Losing his boy was too much to bear
He contemplated. It crossed his mind
But he said , just one more day
He might just come back .

I love you, I hate you
I love you, I hate you
I want you, I need you
You're my joy
My misery when you step away
I experience all kind of emotions with you
A rollercoaster, a thriller
My Ying
Oh yes my Yang
You compliment me
No doubt you complete me
With you am whole

The young man was difficult and irascible they claimed
Like the pits of hell, he was always fired up
His eyes gazed with intent and focus
He sought trouble or may be it always found him
He chose to live on the edges of the community
To them he was dreg of society

Unknown to them, life had dealt him a bad hand
No family to call his own
Push away from every place he tried to call his own
The streets had hardened him
Life had made a fighter
He was no longer a push over
He wanted respect
He demanded it
With quick wit and faster hands
No one dared to go, toe to toe, with him

He kept his own company
But he always he remembered those who did good by him
For those who did otherwise,
They had a broken jaw to nurse
All he ever wanted, was a fair shot at life