her nipples were my only source of living,
She fed me day and night
Without letting me out of her sight.
Oh, what fortitude she had.
And oftentimes when I was sad, she sang to me
Little songs that always made my heart glad.
How could I forget her? No reason could ever be.
I love the ways she taught me
And adore the day she brought me.
The Question
What if? Ask yourself or someone else.
This question presents quite a challenge.
What then? Should one just falter and let it be?
Or ponder upon it with careful thoughts?
What if you have failed in your thinking.
And unable to resolve those two simple words?
And too many sunrises and sunsets have passed with
What if? Still trapped in your mind?
What if the question was never asked?
What if the challenge you did not ponder upon?
These two simple words remains a mystery.
What if world without end is meant to be
A world without dimension, that of infinite size?
Or what if world without end was meant to be
A world where there is no end to time but eternity?
Would it be large enough to accommodate us
As we continue to multiply.
What if the aging process should discontinue,
With everyone remaining as they are?
Would it be fair to the infant
Who would never be able to grow up
And experience the different stages of life?
What if our imagination could transform into reality?
Just think of it and it is done.
What if there were no death and life continued forever?
What if there were no wars, and all was peace and serene?
What if the Creator, with his infinite wisdom,
Had created evolution in his master plan
After he had made man?
The Lighthouse
Perched upon the peak
Of some dismal rocky shore
Often secluded there you will find,
Proudly standing
And vigilantly giving a watchful eye
Overlooking the sea,
A lighthouse—the watchdog of the sea.
Decorated in white for all the world to see,
Shining its majestic beam from shore to sea
In hopes of aiding
Some bewildered ship to see
A navigable path
Safely to the port they seek.
Helping to avoid the perils that lurk
Beyond and beneath the fearful waves,
I am a beacon—my quest is
Some troubled soul to save.
May my gleaming light a pilot be,
For ships which without my light
Would be doomed at sea.
With glittering rays
From wave to wave,
Flashing streams of light
That seem to touch the horizon.
From a distance, my tower appears
To be touching the sky.
I am a beacon—my quest is
Some troubled soul to save,
No distinction have I made between friend and foe.
I have hosted them all—with open arms
I have welcomed many strangers to my shore,
Sheltered them in my humble abode;
But if by chance you heed not my warning,
Or if my light you do not see;
If you should fall victim to this dismal shore
And run aground or smash upon
A treacherous rock,
Then in earnest may God your pilot be
And guard you to safety.
Traveling
Traveling, traveling, I am still traveling on.
With grim determination I must travel on
Along this road of life, where most of the journey
Is a challenging hill
With its many perilous precipices,
landslides, quicksand, and mire.
I must take heed and plant my feet firmly
Where they will not slip,
Lest I stumble and plunge to my death.
I have met others on the way
Who fell victim, lost their courage
And laid down and perished
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