Breakers of Life
BREAKERS OF LIFE
Longingly, I reach out
Grasping nothing
I give shout
Is this what life
Is all about
Wanting many a thing
But emptiness
Is what life brings
To but a whisper
Of hope I cling
The past is gone
A place to where
I no longer belong
Though ti's where I long
To be
Treading water
Is where I’m now
Under overwhelming pressure
Do I bow
The future
Is what I fear
For nothingness
Ti's what draws near
And loss of hope
I hold dear
The stories
That doth me surround
Are many
And with joy abound
Though that same state
Within me, not found
And nothing but a sigh
From me doth sound
When I
Against others measure
Find elusive, their found treasure
And out of reach
Up to them, I do not measure
And dashed hopes,
My only pleasure
It seems in this sorrow
I do thrive
Though beyond it
I do strive
No other state
Do I know
Though a joy
From me doth show
Ti's a way
To soften the blow
The only solace
That comes to me
Is in service
To humanity
For I lose myself
In this path
Hoping to atone
Before I go home
To that world to come
Where just maybe
My fate will dance
To a different drum
-Shiidon, December 2011
Thought not quite related to this poem a theme came to me today. One of my children asked that I take a box to someone. He stated that they were not friends. This is a person that he grew up with. What does that mean. At one point he even informed me that I did not have any friends. His definition of friendship is spending time with someone. I define it a different way. I served in the Bahamas on a project with a friend who now lives in Sweden. We have not seen each other in over thirty years yet I consider him one of my dearest friends. If anyone was a friend of mine they remain so in my heart regardless of the time, distance or frequency of communications. It may be that this is more of the past way of looking at things or the outlook of an optimist. It does not matter. Life is short and we do not need to waste time arguing definitions. All I can do is set the example. It may be that friendship comes and goes but not for me. As he approaches his twentieth birthday next week I will not be surprised to find him alone. I spent my half century birthday alone this year. The outlook is more than likely going to be quite different. He will think that there are no true friends for him while I know that this is not the case for either one of us. Until next time...
Longingly, I reach out
Grasping nothing
I give shout
Is this what life
Is all about
Wanting many a thing
But emptiness
Is what life brings
To but a whisper
Of hope I cling
The past is gone
A place to where
I no longer belong
Though ti's where I long
To be
Treading water
Is where I’m now
Under overwhelming pressure
Do I bow
The future
Is what I fear
For nothingness
Ti's what draws near
And loss of hope
I hold dear
The stories
That doth me surround
Are many
And with joy abound
Though that same state
Within me, not found
And nothing but a sigh
From me doth sound
When I
Against others measure
Find elusive, their found treasure
And out of reach
Up to them, I do not measure
And dashed hopes,
My only pleasure
It seems in this sorrow
I do thrive
Though beyond it
I do strive
No other state
Do I know
Though a joy
From me doth show
Ti's a way
To soften the blow
The only solace
That comes to me
Is in service
To humanity
For I lose myself
In this path
Hoping to atone
Before I go home
To that world to come
Where just maybe
My fate will dance
To a different drum
-Shiidon, December 2011
Thought not quite related to this poem a theme came to me today. One of my children asked that I take a box to someone. He stated that they were not friends. This is a person that he grew up with. What does that mean. At one point he even informed me that I did not have any friends. His definition of friendship is spending time with someone. I define it a different way. I served in the Bahamas on a project with a friend who now lives in Sweden. We have not seen each other in over thirty years yet I consider him one of my dearest friends. If anyone was a friend of mine they remain so in my heart regardless of the time, distance or frequency of communications. It may be that this is more of the past way of looking at things or the outlook of an optimist. It does not matter. Life is short and we do not need to waste time arguing definitions. All I can do is set the example. It may be that friendship comes and goes but not for me. As he approaches his twentieth birthday next week I will not be surprised to find him alone. I spent my half century birthday alone this year. The outlook is more than likely going to be quite different. He will think that there are no true friends for him while I know that this is not the case for either one of us. Until next time...
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