I Write Mediocre Poetry
When will one be loved and not shoved, not politely pushed away,
Will it be today, tomorrow or the very next day?
Perhaps never, for a loner is destined to live in isolation,
Maybe just existing in meditation and contemplation, appreciating God's creation,
A dreamer dreams, plans and wants with no expectations or schemes,
One who accepts the reality and truth for which the light shines upon and beams,
It is much better to live a life according to your conscience, heart and soul,
Not have a phony role, or to seek a life which will never make one whole,
Better to look another in the eye and tell them no lies,
To live a life with character and truth before one dies,
A lonely soul drifts into the night of silence within the emptiness as life just spins round and round,
Often asking God for mercy on his or her soul and maybe for their life to just rebound,
The silence can be deafening at times, nobody to listen or even hold hands with straight down the line,
Where does one find solace, truth or peace of mind?
The journey of life can hit you hard and keep you down,
Just a desolate soul wanting to hear a gentle sound, hoping to be found,
To live with hope and no more pain,
To have one's mind free of worry and not be constantly drained,
Only to stay in the light as one fights for what is right, not to be in constant flight, keep the hope and goodness in sight,
To keep living a just life and to hold onto God ever so tight,
Keep getting up and doing the right thing,
It is what brings, makes the soul shine and sing, upon the angel's wings...
Will it be today, tomorrow or the very next day?
Perhaps never, for a loner is destined to live in isolation,
Maybe just existing in meditation and contemplation, appreciating God's creation,
A dreamer dreams, plans and wants with no expectations or schemes,
One who accepts the reality and truth for which the light shines upon and beams,
It is much better to live a life according to your conscience, heart and soul,
Not have a phony role, or to seek a life which will never make one whole,
Better to look another in the eye and tell them no lies,
To live a life with character and truth before one dies,
A lonely soul drifts into the night of silence within the emptiness as life just spins round and round,
Often asking God for mercy on his or her soul and maybe for their life to just rebound,
The silence can be deafening at times, nobody to listen or even hold hands with straight down the line,
Where does one find solace, truth or peace of mind?
The journey of life can hit you hard and keep you down,
Just a desolate soul wanting to hear a gentle sound, hoping to be found,
To live with hope and no more pain,
To have one's mind free of worry and not be constantly drained,
Only to stay in the light as one fights for what is right, not to be in constant flight, keep the hope and goodness in sight,
To keep living a just life and to hold onto God ever so tight,
Keep getting up and doing the right thing,
It is what brings, makes the soul shine and sing, upon the angel's wings...
56-60, M
