Old Lessons Poem by Joe Ray

Some people hate, but that’s their choice and they should not be encouraged an ill fate; face & race may be seem out of place, but none are, in this world’s time and space.

We are the same and not same, from different places all of us came, colour, culture and faith create a world mystique, sometimes interpreted by the different languages we speak.

A welcome smile is as reassuring as an easy mile on the road to new hope, we journey together, embrace one another in order to cope.

Faith is trust, and if you can’t trust yourself to trust, then suspicions will extinguish the flame leaving only ashes and finally dust.

A phoenix is needed to rise from past vestiges and take flight, to soar into the future of a new day and night.

Inspired worlds peoples put aside old gripes, living free from their ancestors fright, now truly liberated, their only cause to do right.

Hundreds of previous generations have argued and disagreed, sadly they were the result of others, who only governed for greed.

Your time is short; consider it borrowed, if you can’t offer good will then you are marching up a very steep hill, your effort is a waste, as your life is spent in haste, your goal being self serving desire, will eventually lead to the depths of eternal fire.

All cultures have those who preach good will, but there are others amongst them who would sooner encourage ill.

If we think the worst of others we may never see the good, and suspicions will once again stifle all those who wanted to be the best they could.

Give others a chance to share this world, and eventually a shared faith can be fulfilled.