Those Sounds That Now Arrive In Early Morn
Can one ever believe in this hope and life?
when infancy now has no great strife
Yet soon a decision simply must be made
nobody sits forever in contented shade
In this ole world evil and chaos abounds
chases us like a mad pack of wild hounds
Across flowering meadows we swiftly race
doing most anything to not this life face
Sadly, desperate flaws we all must endure
our souls weak, none so clear and pure
Living bravely is what we really should do
this world's low standards give no clue
Often our silence seals our sad fate
yell or scream before its too late
When that boulder hits you from above
curse it and swiftly give it a shove
Along this path signs will soon appear
yield not to the ever present fear
Boldly strive to give love that is true
knowing, a record is always kept on you
We may see with our poor, muddy eyes
its all there in our imagination skies
A ship with our happiness its only load
upon these stormy seas we must be bold
Are we to be mere victims of our world?
never defiant with our banner unfurled
Nay, tis better we pray for hope greater
follow not the path of saddened life hater
This life is now resting in a true, loving place
faith, love and joy smile upon this face
Those sounds that now arrive in early morn
Yes, I remember-
they were there back when, I was first born!
Robert J. Lindley, 01-24-2015
note: Facing life with courage and hope.
Ending will come someday but I now know I was granted mercy,
a great blessing and true love of wife , family and friends!