~The Road Less Taken~

Friday, March 14, 2008

you are unlikely to understand this poem.

but never mind. it's my first in 3 months, and i had to get back into the writing mood somehow.

so here we go.

Bridge to Heaven
How about my father?

Does he take
Your hand
And helps you to stand?
Does he light
Your way
Whether night or day?
Does he lift
You high
To let you touch the sky?

Or does he take
Your time
And values it a dime?
Or does he break
Your will
And makes it his kill?
Or does he take
Your life
When troubles are rife?

How do you touch your father?

How about my mother?

Is she up
In the sky
With watchful eyes?
Is she here
By my side
When, not if, I cry?
Is she all
Around me
Blind to what I see?

Or is she up
In the sky
Because I think she died?
Or is she here
By my side
Gee – ripping my pride?
Or is she
All around me
To blind what I see?

How do you touch your mother?

But.

So often we squeak
Of walk and talk –
Realities, of I being too meek
Realities, of they being too weak –
You can’t erase your own chalk.

But.

Youth gives way to age
Like the way they do until
Us children can never
Really understand
The way things fit in

Melodiously, magically –
And then it starts all over again.

But.

It all fits in somehow.

So on life goes – only that
One can never hope to clap;
Note – it takes two to ring a rhap.

I stopped to rest at 11:43 PM

Two roads diverged,and I-
took the one less taken...