jackie compton Poems

I turn away from it all like a blind man.
I stood in the rain for hours.
Watching and counting the raindrop as they felled.
A thousand or more felt down.
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God bless the children.
While they slumber in deep sleep.
For these are the days of trying times.
These are the day we should get down upon our knees.
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How old is to old?
How young is to young?
For Death knowns no number
Death knows no age.
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Don't fill bad when you look at me.
Because I have one arm and you have two.
I am still the same.
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Look at you why should I care.
If you have a hard time making ends meet.
Why should I care if you child does not have shoes on there feet?
Why should I care if you sleep under the street lights?
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Tick tock tick tock
Do you hear the silent ticking of the clock of time.
For every moment the world grows older.
A endless process that keep repeating it self.
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Oh! Great Father who lives on yonder mountain high.
He who walk among the living in-which their eyes can not see
Who speaks through the whispering wind and trees.
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It is not by chance, but be design.
That in every man's life time.
Somewhere along life journey.
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It is by far better for me to admit.
Not only to the world, but also to myself.
It is something far better that any thing that I will ever do.
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From the cradle to the grave.
My friends there is no such thing as a chance meeting with
God.
For we pass him everyday in life.
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