The morn arrives with no surprise
To flush the corners of our eyes
While airborne creatures fill the sky
To welcome day, bid night goodbye.
The streets are clear and fresh with dew
The day begins with chance anew
Pray hear the flutter of the heart
And grant each one a brand new start !
The time has come, the time has gone
The time is now to voice alarm
Our world has changed make no mistake
No time is left to catch a break.
The days grow short, I fear the count
With each new moon the totals mount.
When will the clock that ticks away
The hours and minutes of each day
Declare that life is just pretend
And moving closer to its end ?
I do not know, I wonder why
Can it be worth another try ?
Sometimes I think that I am smart
Possessed of kind and loving heart
My timid soul has tried its best
To reach the goal or pass the test.
At times I fall and get up fast
While rapidly, brief moments pass
Swift hours go by and I wax old
My bones seem stiff, my feet are cold.
The winds of change have come and gone
I have retained my lexicon,
I think I’d like just one more chance
Before my last and final dance !
I’d like to think that you and I
Are more than distant passersby
Like strangers on a lonely street
With chances that we’ll never meet.
Each day I wake with happy face
Expecting I should life embrace
There must be a way we need seek
To tread a path that’s not oblique.
We can remember to be kind
And leave hypocrisy behind
Have I been dreaming all this while
Or can I sense a timid smile ?
Don’t concentrate on laughs or frowns
All life must have its ups and downs !
How much longer Lord, must I wait
Upon my knees aside the gate
To learn if there’s a chance that I
Have found some favor in God’s eye ?
Perchance to dream and closer be
To dwell in that eternity
Along with those who’ve gone before
Now waiting there outside the door ?
Oh what a joy would be allowed
If I could join that chosen crowd !
The tears that fall are bittersweet
The cause for me remains discreet
I find that tears should hidden be,
A secret twixt my God and me.
So query then what I shall find
Before my days cease to unwind
I question what my future holds
As life before me now unfolds.
The answer echoes through the maze
And complicates remaining days
For lives will end though incomplete
In victory or in defeat !
The mourning dove and I have been
Observing each and much akin
Our lives as such kept company
In times of hope and liberty.
The wings of birds do restless fly
Across the width and length of sky
To search for truth and wonder how
We each survived from then to now.
I cash my chips with grateful ease
And beg my God to help me please
This is my stand and once for all
I’ll answer to survivals call !
My Mother taught me how to smile
To keep my values all worthwhile
And try to be both sweet and kind
Despite the anger one may find.
My Father taught me to be true
Respect the old red, white and blue,
To honor God with faith and deed
And cultivate both plant and seed.
My Nana taught me how to pray
And live with truth from day to day
My Pop he gave me sober thought
To follow all the lessons taught.
My old Aunt Rose helped me to grow
Into the girl who learned to sew
My children taught me how to wait
With patience at lifes starting gate.
I’m blest for all the lessons learned
And grateful for the friends I’ve earned
But most of all I’m thankful for
The chance to knock at God’s front door.
You shout that life is not complete
That all you try meets with defeat,
That everytime you stand up tall
Somebody pushes and you fall,
And yet whenever I have said,
“Please try again.” you shake your head
And vow tomorrow’s not the day
For you to find another way.
I wonder if you had the chance
You’d even take a second glance,
I think the problem’s not that fate
Has passed you by or come too late,
I’m now convinced that you don’t care
About the things we give and share.
It’s why you halt and will not see
You can’t accept that failure’s free.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 