I know you are fearful...................
Questioning your mortality -
How much longer?
How soon we forget
The broken dreams of yesterday
Now scattered across the sands of time
Like broken bodies half covered and forgotten;
God's love is unconditional
It is not bound by strings,
He does not give the bird a voice
Then tell it what to sing;
Once there was a man who thought
Adept at cooking he was not,
Upon a dish of Bolognese
He ladled sauce that won him praise
My father believed in legends of Indian folklore -
Being raised in the Ohio River valley, he knew his share
He always believed the incessant hooting of an owl
Was the harbinger of imminent death.
They creep into your consciousness
And rearrange your dreams,
They banish your self confidence
And blight your thoughts, it seems;
I shall in dreaming
You can take your golf and the rolling greens
You tennis with manicured courts neat and clean
Your soccer, your swimming, your basketball scene -
None measure up to............FOOTBALL!
Don't grieve for me, now I am gone
You knew I could not stay -
The road was rough, I was too weak
To last another day;
Not so young and vibrant anymore
Wonder what the future holds in store
What contract did I sign on coming in?
When does the living end and death begin?