How Many
• 09/05/18 at 11:02PM •How many a sunset; how many a sunrise,
Will occur before our very own demise?
Some occur early while some occur late,
Not ever knowing, the dictate of fate.
How many a sunset; how many a sunrise,
Will occur before our very own demise?
Some occur early while some occur late,
Not ever knowing, the dictate of fate.
Can love be lost,
After it's been found?
Will love, still be,
If we're not around?
What is this love,
That would still abound?
Does love, just leave,
With nary a sound?
The days of yore, my good friend,
Those days we thought, would never end,
Are long gone now, but still remain,
To remind us, of times gone by,
When we tried hard, not to die.
But now my friend, as we approach senility,
The last of this life's own finality,
Was it worth, the risk and fame,
To hope the world, recalls our name?
Our world today, is dark and dreary.
Of arguments and lies, I grow weary.
Will there be a time, within this life,
When there is, no hate or strife,
When love for others, as we are,
No matter, how close or how far?
A great sadness, lies inside of me
And subverts, my daily thought of thee.
A loss that, is ever so chagrin
And want not, to keep it within.
Just do, one day at a time.
That's all I will, ask of you.
Be the best, that you can be,
It's what I expect you to do.
I spend too much, of my time,
In searching for words, that will rhyme.
Why is that, you ask of me,
For words are abundant and are free?
I wish I knew, was my reply
But I must always rhyme or try.
Sometimes, the lost memories, from the past,
Invoke images, that elude my feeble grasp.
I think of those, from long ago
And wonder about, where did they go?
What happens to all of the sorrow,
If there is never one more tomorrow?
Can I be, any less a man,
If I don't understand, who I am?
The answer, isn't for me to say,
But for your reply, on this day.
There is a light, inside my head,
That, on some occasion, is turned on.
When that happens, thoughts spew out
And I can see, what I'm about.