A young boy stands in the kitchen alone
attempting to navigate
the many drawers of the cupboard
awkwardly creating his favorite sandwich
of peanut butter and jelly
the peanut butter has been spread evenly
and he carefully opens
the jar of the fruity spread
and just as he is about to add
that second component
of the famous merger of the snacking realm
when he drops the butter knife
and to his dismay
and spills bit of jelly on the floor
he begins to cry
for the believes he is in trouble
and that all is lost
it is that moment he freezes in time
and I see him there now in my mind
for so much has fallen on my shoulders
so much weight as of late
for the Devil never sleeps
and his evil work is seldom done
for he hounds me in the night
beckoning me to his side
and to stray from the light
to keep me drowning in my sorrow
and covered in the shadows
that swarm over my heart
when I forget the blessings that in have
and that I was able to rise this day
while some one somewhere did not
that though my breath comes in burdened spurts
I still am able to breathe
when I dwell on the pain the racks my knees
I must remember always what is at hand
that I can still move as i stand
for there are those who cannot walk
who cannot talk
and know not my gift of the writing pen
that leads me to path of my endless Zen
the existence of my mythical Xanadu
and the wardrobe door to my personal Narnia
where lies my covenant
of the inking thinking mind
and so it seems that what has befallen me
pales in comparison to the dilemmas of others
my sisters and brothers
and thankfully I still have my mother
I am so grateful now
and bow my head in prayer
for all of those who read these words
and everyone out there
who has known pain that burns in the same flame
find comfort now in your true given gifts
and find strength in His name
and that we see another day
so different in its complexity
and intricate in it's comparison
though it may seem so much the same
a new path stretches before me
and I shall write my own story
with a broad smile
as I recall the little child
with the unfinished sandwich
whose mother discovered his plight
and simply hugged him close
and wiped away his tears
and said sweetly in his ear
that it was no big deal
and now it seems all too real
for there is much I have attained
and that I have to offer
so these moments of anger and regret
shall not let me fret
and my mind and spirit shall be at ease
and find it's rest
for when it comes to the beat of my life
it shall go on
for there is so much to do and see
and those mighty problems
seem so insignificant now
in my reflections and recollections
as the appear once more
and become as important
as crying over a bit of spilled milk
or a dropp of jelly on the floor
Thoughts of a Single Man 2012 tm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an interesting poem TSM, we have learned a lot of things through trial and error. thank you for sharing! ..