Just a thought.
Drink not the daily draught of fears
that changeth not a million years,
for all the seasons we live to know
shall rest its pains within its snows,
so, let our sight with onward looking eyes
mock the melancholy of our fateful sighs,
with all its anger that gloom doth borrow,
that's conceived again with each tomorrow,
for each hour we court shall be no more
as silence steals its once mighty roar,
for, impotent lies the futures ill intent
when we in mirth our days are spent,
as the blood runs fast, enjoy this happy hour,
or, forever endure life's darkened bower.
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
From a scrap of paper dated 14/2/88, with attached note highlighting the negativity of folk for no good reason.
Comments (4)
when we in mirth our days are spent,
as the blood runs fast, enjoy this happy hour,
or, forever endure life's darkened bower.
This is a very powerful description on how life is encumbered by those that are so full of dark karma, Phil. But in reality we do have it once in a while but if it gets too much then just avoid it.
for it breeds such a heavy loads of discomfort for the soul..
Great write. thanks.
Phyllis
Thank you for your lovely comment, as usual your perception comes to the forefront. At the time of writing the said poem, I was frequently told that I was lucky, my reaction to such was to inform them to put a P in front of lucky, the concept they seldom understood, it is in general terms our positivity that steers us through stormy seas to more sunny climes, for the hands of time never look backwards.
Enjoy what ever you are doing.
Phil.
Thank a million for your kind comment, to endorse your view, what is written and said immediately becomes history, the trick is to take what is of value and move forward.
pHIL;