This world contains multitudes It’s not one or the other For every day full of sunshine and warmth There’s a storm waiting to darken the sky That will, too, eventually pass And there’s often no sense No reason Why some get more of one And some more of the other And some not enough of either. And I am just one small part of this world One weightless drop of water, One small beam of light, But I am a part of it It’s shape and feel It’s light and darkness So I seek to be a small, warm, bright spot A gentle place to take a rest Before moving on the way And I seek not to take But to give Not to win But to build Not to hate But to love And I know I will fail sometimes But I hope to succeed more times And I hope you join me And the world becomes a little warmer and brighter Together.
I saw it on the news again The same sad story A man the world forgot Neglected, didn’t shelter Acting out a little Crying out in pain In a way that was inconvenient to society His light extinguished too soon By a violent wind And I stand here Lost in thought Asking how to solve the problem Asking where it comes from And how I play a role How can I help my fellow man? When sometimes I feel I can hardly take care of myself But that’s nothing Compared to what he lived But this problem is so big And each of our parts is so small It can feel hopeless But that’s not a reason not to try So I hope the next time I can do something Something small or large To help ease someone’s pain I will do it Without a seconds thought And that there are millions just like me Thinking the same.
Some want to be known Some want to disappear Sometimes it’s best to just be To take the road in front of you with all the twists and turns. To look just ahead, to see each fork in front and only think about the next right thing. Life is not always fair It’s often a game of chance Or a game of hard work and chance Where both are needed To get where we are going. But the fates don’t bend to our will So we can try to control the little we can And hope that it’s enough.
You asked me why I make my life so hard I’m not sure it’s like that Maybe it’s just that I don’t care That I don’t do anything to stop it But why? I guess when one fears the hard times The burn in one’s arms The lead in one’s bones The fatigue that smothers like a blanket That fear itself Can do all that and more Always running from pain That’s only temporary That won’t consume my soul.
But maybe it’s not that Maybe it’s the contrast The old cliche No light without dark I always identify with people who have known pain In a life full of pleasure, the absence feels like pain In a life full of struggle, pleasure feels like manna from Heaven On a journey with no food or drink Legs aching full of hunger and thirst The first sight of civilization The first sip of water, bite of food These are worth living for When one returns from a walk home in the cold rain Fleeing thunder and lightning Soaked to the bone And you walk through the door to a warm home The deep breath The feeling of peace.
Or maybe it’s to train For the next shoe to drop It always will And that’s ok To be afraid of pain is to intensify it But I greet pain as an old friend Coming for a visit Who will leave And one day return again.
These days I feel I’m invincible
Ready to take on the world alone
I break rules, I escape gravity’s pull,
Ready to disprove everything known.
(They all say these are the best days of my life.)
A few years later I have hit my stride
I have a career, I am somebody.
I have accomplishments, family, pride,
I have everything I could want and more.
(I guess maybe these are the best days of my life.)
Now I move slow but with a twinkle in my eye
I’ve lived a long life full of joy and some strife
But when I look in my grandson’s eyes I know
That these are the best days of my life.