Words You Purchased
• 03/11/23 at 09:50AM •Words you purchased,
or words you lend,
are unimportant, if,
your world ends.
Words you purchased,
or words you lend,
are unimportant, if,
your world ends.
Life is forever,
until it's not.
The happiness you seek,
cannot be bought.
What is there about love,
making me feel this way?
Love exists for all,
everyone is in play.
Worry not about tomorrow
or the choice we bring,
for love will persist
in songs we will sing.
Love is there for many things
it can be very forgiving,
but only for those in life
who keep on living.
Love matters not to another,
what they love is working,
perhaps, it means little,
or it may mean a ring.
Every life has a beginning,
like the songs we sing.
Start your life with laughter
and to your song, bring.
All the desires, for tomorrow,
of this you should always bring
information, which is specific,
to all your songs, to sing.
Using words of pleasure
which make your head ring,
creates the aura of your soul
tugging at our heart strings.
When all of the tomorrows,
have passed and gone away,
may we remain here on earth,
to sing, laugh and play.
What are the costs
for all the baggage we bring,
in everything we know,
even in the saddest thing.
Here, I sit writing,
at a quarter past 3,
asking the morrow,
where will I be.
Here with your loved one,
so important to me,
together, once more,
with myself and thee.
Who in the World,
said, "nothing is free?"
You have your imagination,
belonging only to thee.
You can always travel,
to those faraway lands,
finding many adventures,
on cool, white sand.
Exploring jungles,
many animals to see,
in your dreams,
where they'll be.
Pick up a magazine
or a photography book,
searching the pages
of the photographs took.
You will find your
own story to tell,
about all the travels,
through Glen and Dell.
A careless use
of a spoken word,
makes little sense,
when it is absurd.
Hurtful words, are heard,
more often they're inane.
My question seems to be.
Am I becoming insane?
Words once held,
with pride and joy,
were used too often,
starting to annoy.
Look towards the morrow,
don't look at the past.
Let the memories, you have,
be what you saw last.
Spring forth your youth,
it is here for you now.
Ask many questions,
your mother will know how.
Answering the riddles of life,
can be easy or hard.
Believe in your talent,
looking, always forward.
Live for the moment.
Life is too short,
meaningful relationships
are most important,
for a healthy mind.
No assurances are given,
isn't it best to try,
then to sit and wonder,
about a new friendship.
Isn't it great,
being this age?
The World awaits,
turn the page.
Move toward
new adventure,
post your words,
avoid the censure.
Late was our youth,
right from the start,
when we were young,
in affairs of the heart.
Time has passed,
we all played a part,
life was sweet,
in the affairs of the heart.
What happens now,
when we are apart,
at the end of life,
in affairs of the heart.
Life was a gift,
memories Alacarte,
another chapter,
in affairs of the heart.
Life was our pleasure,
our history and art,
we were all players,
in affairs of the heart.
Be proud of who you are
and the place you're from.
Our life always starts somewhere,
then it will succumb.
We grow older, day by day,
new events will become,
our life's experience and many
will meld together and be done.