Saturday, May 10, 2008
At Her Poetry Reading
There are no rights and wrongs,
only different verses to different songs
that we call life.
No confusion in the moral dilemma,
just thoughts and feelings that stew and simmer
into meaning.
Do you want to know the meaning of life?
It is the meaning you give to your toil and strife
while learning the many rural routes to heaven.
I believe in you
and in this life, those people are few,
who share, who care, who dare
to make a difference for the better,
so when you read this letter,
remember me up there on your reading stool,
and how I whispered, that girl's no fool,
her heart is pure
and knows the cure
is more than just an oval pill,
a simple thrill,
a space to fill
in time.
Don't be afraid to shine,
its after all, what you do best,
you'll pass this test
and at the end you'll find,
a heart of gold,
a hand to hold,
something strong to mould
into a thing divine
and if that hand or heart be lacking
and you need a friend,
here I am,
take mine.
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2 comments:
I saw this poem at the Cafe and I love it. You have such a way with both words and conveying wonderful images to the reader, very nice.
I like the off-beat beat of this one. Kind of interesting twist.
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