Are you a workaholic, finding work as an escape?
On the other hand, a criminal - trying to beat the system,
You call a rat race.
A musician? - attempting to master that doomsday sound
You hear.
Perhaps a politician - launching a new political career,
Maybe enforcing the law will put you in the proper spot light
For the people will view you - as a bright shining knight
The hobo lives for today - and the hell with tomorrow,
But the preacher tries to save us from hell - and all of life’s
Sorrow
When you’re at the end of the line, and the future looks
Blight-
The wise say “get your act together, ” boy! / girl!
Don’t give up the fight
As long as I see a baby’s smile, that’s all the inspiration
I need
For no rehearsal was needed for an honest angel’s beam.
There is a God; I am sure, - guiding us along life’s - rocky shore
His ways are not always understood but in his trust - we can
Be assured
So here, I am a face in the crowd revealing the world the smile
Of a clown
I may be rich or I may be poor I may be unknown or the talk of
The town
However, I am not, alone I am everywhere I am you and I am he,
What I am not - is me.
We begin our lives always asking why until we give up and say -
Just let it be
The world is a stage with a script we must follow and obey.
So get your act together and make the best of each and
Every day
8/23/07
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem