The Shortest Time Alive

 

 

     Everybody tall, is saying ‘take care!’

Bidding each and all a farewell,

Yet mine and many children

Say a hopeful greeting –

Their smile one of innocence,

Not puzzled or disturbed

In any way,

They want to know the

Names of trees – the different

Flowers and the animals

But the grown-ups,

The grown-ups are telling each -

Goodbye.

 

     What is life?

What is this all about?

What tales do we tell to children,

Of how we came to be?

 

     I guess we must acknowledge

That life be only a slim chance,

A multitude of stars but only

The smallest of expression,

     And though I could talk of

The different trees,

Each mountain

And teach the truth of history,

I feel that a pause

Is what is needed,

A looking back to gather

All we squandered in the hope

We seize each sunrise

For a better day,

A greater way to play

Amongst The Gods.

 

     Life, is only a slim chance

But it circulates everywhere

We care to gaze –

And I’m looking at our

Sons and daughters

As tears well for each parting

That is said,

As if we’re dead already,

And the chance of their survival

May be the opportunities we’ve lost,

     And I carry on like many

With thoughts of Higher States of Grace

And I’m pleading,

Hung drawn and quartered

By emotions as the oceans swell

Again,

     Pleading for the crush to stop

As mankind prepares for hell,

And this present that is thwarted

By the drowning of a kill,

Makes this the shortest time alive -

That I’m allowed to cry.

 

 

Michael J Waite 3^rd November 2012.