The Whirlpool Of Life Poem by Daleen Enslinstrydom

The Whirlpool Of Life



In the whirlpool that we call life,
we forget how to laugh, even how to smile.
We distance ourselves from friends
and even our families.
We work in confined spaces
and do not even know how to call
a house a home
while it is only a dwelling place.

Every year we grow older.
and we do not experience any joy.
We spent our days inside
and do not even know
how the sun feels on our skin
without realizing that it is already spring.

Lives fall apart, are in disarray,
when money and things mean more
to people than life
and in the months that past
we loose our ability to achieve
the things that we have dreamt about
many years ago
and we do even forget
that we do have the freedom to be free.

In the weeks that we do loose
we do even loose time:
time to sit down,
time even for a cup of tea
but most of all we loose the time
to take time for the Lord
although continually He is still waiting on us.

In the fast going minutes
we have got to stop
to reminisce about our lives
before the whirlpool draws us down

Time is running out
and soon we will be at a lost
in the last moments of time
while we live in a world in disarray,
in a whirlpool full of broken people
and sometimes I am also one of them.

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Daleen Enslinstrydom

Daleen Enslinstrydom

Springs, South Africa
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