Metamorphosis Of Life - Poem by AHO Speaks
-A sporting event is to win, tie or lose
Life is a gift of time, for us to pick and chose.
Blest are they who have found honest labor
Not to ask God too often; for an earthly favor.
Life is but images eventually to unfold
Sights and sounds and other things, to be told.
Life is not just a long thin straight line
Nor bits and pieces, of historical, significant time.
The gifts we see and feel because of the heat of light
Visions, thoughts, and dreams; while we slept at night.
Happiness and sadness and a mite of sorrow
To be taken with us, when there are no more, earthly tomorrows.
Every touch, color and scene of the builder man
Sweet memories and moments of life, to do each one; over again
Gladly I would open every door and retrace every step I took
Days of light and thought, to take from inside my book.
I had my memories of glory and those of masculine vain
To thank forever, for the gift of sun; and every dropp of rain.
12-31-05 Aho Speaks
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