Walterrean Salley Poems

Suicide—just a grim reminder
Of how unhappy a soul could be
That one would choose death over life
In desperation to be free.
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Ole sickness is a malady
That is so foreign to mankind.
It affects the physical body
As well the spirit and the mind.
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Perhaps you’ve heard it many times.
But know that it is really true.
Preparation’s half the battle—
Making the job simpler for you.
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Ever universal in its scope
It touches here and touches there.
It gives pure joy and inspires hope
In the countless hearts everywhere.
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Dear Father, bless the sick today
Who cannot go about their way
With stride to do that which they should
For, simply, they no longer could.
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Tho' winter can be very harsh,
Yet there's something beautiful.
Something different.
Unique wintry features
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Gray elements
Dominated the sky
With dampness all around.
Like a reed battered by time,
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Wherever faith leads,
I will follow,
Like the blind—
Not knowing the way.
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Winter
Is more quiet
Than the other seasons.
The shadows are long, and the days
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Today, it hailed
In our quaint little town.
The hard, white stuff
Came beating down.
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