Green Fields Poem by chris schwartz

It was not you.
And it was not her.
It was just… time,
If you need something to blame
For my passing.
I am in green fields now,
Exploring what you have
Yet to earn,
Only life's wisdom
Gets a passport,
To the next level
In life.
Don't waste
Precious moments
Blaming others
How their lives turned out
They are not yours,
But their own, to judge.
Instead,
Enjoy the fields of love
While they are green,
And look upon them
With joy,
Knowing that you have harvested
Your crop with love.
Save a few of their gentle seeds
So that you may plant
A better future
With the diligence and hard work
Of your wrinkled hands.
Look under the eyes
Of a tired soul
Who nurtured the fields
Perhaps they did not harvest
The crop you had longed for?
Harsh words have little meaning
In a field that was planted
With love.