Floyd A. Balman

(Farmington Hills, Michigan)

The Beginning

Poem by Floyd A. Balman

First we feel the sting of strife
In slapping forth the breath of life.
And so it's been a thousand years,
All enter in a stream of tears.

Yet through these tears of infant sorrow
Begins the scene of our tomorrow.
For each there is a different plan
In breadth of view and living span.

No matter how we earn our keep
Or where we lay ourselves to sleep
We share a hope to be engrossed
In those pursuits we cherish most.

For me, the friends along the way
Have kept a brightness in my day,
and I shall cherish to the end
That you're my brother and a friend.

Comments about The Beginning by Floyd A. Balman

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Read poems about / on: brother, sorrow, friend, sleep, hope, life

Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003