I spy the remnants of my life
Surviving all its stress and strife
I sense the depth of my defense
While reaching out for recompense.
Where are the goals I thought I had
That separate good from the bad,
When will I learn to use my time
In aiding those who dare to climb ?
I find myself caught in the net
That seems to have no exit yet
Please show me, Lord the way to go
To help our lives and values grow !
At times I’m sure I hear the sound
Of children laughing all around
I hear the patter of their feet
In clitter-clatters from the street.
Oh how I wish that I were there
As joy was rising in the air
Remember how it used to be
When hearts were young and love was free ?
Those days are gone, they won’t come back
Our lives today under attack
Why must we suffer such distress
I do not know, what is your guess ?
The winds of March are queueing up
Before life brews its final cup
The tedium of time is here
Each destination looms unclear
Perhaps tomorrow each may learn
The heritage that we have earned ?
There is this thought I entertain
From winter snow to springtime rain
The summer’s warmth, the leaves of fall
Sweet memories we all recall
They fill my heart, my brain implodes
With pleasures set to soon explode.
Oh how I wish that all could see
Our strength in great diversity
The young and old, the halt and lame
The large or small, we are the same !
The world we knew, today becomes the “used to be”
To leave us with sensations of futility
Times change and fade into this generation lost
Where one can never learn what is the total cost
Farewell to dreamers, writers, artists and their kind
They have a need of safe environments to find !
So many children do not play
So many dreams have gone astray
While many values have been trashed
Too many idols now are bashed.
We live in times too tough to bear
There seems no kindness left to share
Our world is dying bit by bit
And everyone is part of it.
Dark clouds are gathering above
Obscuring all our acts of love
Hold on, hold on, the die is cast
Let’s welcome the iconoclast !
I’ve told you about my teddy bear
And all of the dreams we two did share
We’ve spoken of my Raggedy Ann
You know I was her favorite fan.
While my mom and dad who loved me so
Taught me my manners and how to show
Kindness and love to all that I greet
How to keep my faith and be discreet.
From my nana dear who was so wise
And my grandpop with those laughing eyes
I learned that life might be a great joy
If simple respect we would employ.
For whom in this world devoid of hope
Could manage to win or learn to cope
Without the aid of the God we know
And all the angels we’ve met below ?
