MY POEMS.
Another light went out today, a friend of mine just passed away.
And now my world's a darker place without her face.
This was a special kind of friend and really like no other.
I knew this lady all my life, you see, she was my Mother.
She's been a real true friend of mine from the moment of my birth.
And only ever asked for love while she was here on earth.
At times I'm filled with dark despair, for I am here and she is there.
And she doesn't know I miss her, or even that I care.
I only hope that someday, when my turn comes to die,
And I'm taken up to heaven and God's kingdom in the sky.
That the very first sight I see when I enter that Heavenly place,
Is my dear old loving Mother, with a big smile on her face.
I saw my son again today, he smiled as he rode by.
He looked so good on his motorbike, I thought he's quite a guy.
It's strange, I see him more these days, or so it seems to me.
He always had so much to do, so many folks to see.
Don't get me wrong, he often had, the time to sit and chat.
And join in frequent long debates, with me, on this and that.
But we don't talk much anymore, we never even speak.
We can't shake hands, or even wave, you see, he died last week.
Don't grieve for the dead, for their goal is in sight,
Rather, grieve for the living instead.
For the ones left behind must continue the fight,
And face up to what lies ahead.
Don't waste all your tears on the one who's at peace.
Or your thoughts on the soul now at rest.
For the struggle you wage to survive must not cease.
And your strength must stand up to the test.
You may be full of sorrow when you lose a friend.
But sorrow's an empty affair.
So keep on with the battle, stay strong to the end,
And have faith that we'll all meet up there.
For the one thing that makes this great conflict worthwhile,
Is the thought of the good life ahead.
So for now, just go on, always wearing a smile,
And remember, don't grieve for the dead.
Any time you get the feeling, that life is not worthwhile,
Then look around for another person, and give them a great big smile.
For a smile is infectious, I've heard it said, and though things may now look quite black
Your sun will start shing, your troubles will leave,
When they give you a great big smile back.
Whenever I get to feeling mad,
And I want to rave and rant,
I try to imagine somebody worse off,
But I can't.
If one didn't have a memory, then one would never know.
Exactly what one was thinking or doing, just a moment ago.
When I am walking on the beach,
I often wonder why,
The ocean ends at just about,
The same spot as the sky.