Every Wise Man Sings The Blues Poem by Daniel Hooks

This is the life my habits choose
love might be be a losing game
but don't fear the bruise.

there may be choice
where you hear your own voice
and know for certainty
your own adversity
and grow towards the light like a plant
learn that music flows through you like a dance

There maybe suffering here
Every wise man may sing the blues
but at least he knows he's yesterday's news
and our children's children are the future we have to protect
Mother Earth has to be given love and respect

in the eyes of every living creature
is that love we hide
But it's as constant as the seas tide
flowing back and forth
As we stride searching for the answers
which have been in us since the start
eyes of wonder
and big hearts.