Now Is The Midnight Of My Contemplation Poem by Michelle Melody

Now is the midnight of my contemplation
In the morn my duty calls
In the dark there is no loud frustration
no urgent matter to me doth there falls
I contemplate my life's decisions
I contemplate the world and its haste
I contemplate my squandered gifts
The things that escaped me that I did not give chased
I contemplate and think about the things all thinking beings doth thinkest on
And somewhere in my inner parts the lyrics to a song
At the midnight hour I think and ponder
On the everlasting life here yonder
I contemplate these words I write, that do feel
much to much like the words of a man
when I a woman be
where is the frill and lace and dainty
Doth contemplation wear the pants
and the lyrical a girl that calls faintly?
Why does her voice feel stolen by the night?
Will she ever make it to the light?
Now is the midnight of my contemplation
I ponder on my youth
Those days of freedom and loud elation
The quiet years that followed
The love, the fight, the strive, the knuckle down of those times that's gone
I contemplate my misery, my joy, my right my wrong
I ease my troubles with happy thoughts
I drink a sip of mirth
And fill the darkness with a light for all that it is worth.
This was the midnight of my contemplation
It is now the start of morn
The night begins to shake off the dark gown that it till now has worn
A hour or two and the Cock will crow
And planted in this garden of thoughts
A few little words in a row.

By Michelle Melody