I never knew how important it was to do what I wanted to do.
Not foolish things, like fly to the moon, but avoiding what made me feel blue.
It was always 'somebody else's fault, ' that I was not happy enough
I never knew that my happiness was not going to come from ' stuff. '
I found it out quite late in life that my own decisions were all
that it would take to make or break the old proverbial wall.
For I had built a wall so high, so wide, so deep and so strong,
I could never get over, or under or 'round to sing my victory song.
Not quite enough money, nor knowledge, nor freedom, nor peace, nor fun
But always too much of hard work and loss, too much of a life on the run.
The beautiful flower of joy was always just beyond reach
Till one day the rat race came to a halt with an overpowering screech.
In just the space of a moment of time, perspective changed in my mind
And I saw the true value of what had once been to which I had been so blind.
I learned that love means not parroted words but actions that built up a life
Sharing, supporting and holding hands, through all kinds of sadness and strife.
Be gentle and kind as your days fly by, dear people, hold what is true.
For the life that you live is a wonderful gift fulfilled only by all that you DO.
(January 18,2006)
A really great poem, like it, a great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Victims Of The Past.
excellent! the write is a great one, the poem is well written and well crafted, i like it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Phyllis, This poem touched me so much and I am in tears now. As I was reading it, all you describe in the poem was rolling like a movie clip, in my mind. Thank you so much for sharing your wise and valuable wisdom, that you have crafted so neatly in this splendid poem. Warm regards, ~Besa