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Poems from the heart
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Looking back
Contents
A journey back - As life unfolds its truth to me
Memory lane - I'm wandering down memory-lane
Memory - When twilight creeps into our lives
Looking back - When the end of the road comes into view
Memories - When the end of life comes into view
A journey back
As life unfolds its truth to me
in the autumn of my years,
I look upon a chequered past,
my heart is filled with tears.
Dear God, why is it that we never learn
when we are young and strong?
Our egos swell, our lusts prevail,
we never think we're wrong.
But now that life presents the bill
of what we have consumed,
what of the souls that have not learned,
please tell me, are they doomed?
I'm not afraid to pay my dues,
but can you help me please?
And do not think I sing the blues,
I search for inner peace.
My restless soul that walks this plain
has taken on this task,
please help me with this heavy load,
dear God, that's all I ask.
When all is done and I rise up
to kneel before your throne,
I hope you bless me with your love,
from now I will atone.
August 1992
Memory lane
I'm wandering down memory-lane,
my mind a question mark,
a stranger in a spiritual maze,
still groping in the dark.
I have no knowledge of the past
and yet it's like my breath,
forever it is deep within
from birth until my death.
I'm looking for an answer,
can someone lend a hand,
release me from this stifling maze
and make me understand?
Abandon all your hope and fear,
let go of greed and hate,
unload all negativity,
hang on and don't abate.
There's light at the horizon
of your spiritual dawn,
as slowly you awaken
a child of Godly spawn.
December 1993
Memory
When twilight creeps into our lives
and reminiscence born,
we look behind, gaze in the past,
feel happy, feel forlorn.
'Cause memories can make us laugh
but also bring a tear,
cheery hello's and sad farewells
of those that were so near.
Life's just like a giant stage
where people play their part,
and when the curtain slowly falls
they go back to the start.
To view the part that we did play
with scrutinizing eye,
we hold our breath, anticipate,
and suddenly know why.
Our memories are like a guide
who take us for a stroll,
to forgive our wrongs and bless our rights
and realise our goal.
When twilight creeps into our lives
and heralds earth goodbye,
be sure you've learned your lesson well
and know the reason why.
September 1994
Memories
When the end of life comes into view
and interests lose their grip,
our minds go back to when we were young,
when life was gay and hip.
We lived and loved and had high hopes
of a future of blessed with health,
a marriage made in heaven
and of prosperity and wealth.
We rushed through life at breakneck speed
and never did we worry,
when things went wrong, we carried on
and never said we’re sorry.
Now that I am old and grey,
my bones worn out and brittle,
I sit down and go back in time
when I was only little.
And review the lengthy lesson
that has been my life,
a mixture of emotions,
of good times and of strife.
But I have someone special now
who loves me just for me,
she opened up my eyes to love
and set suspicions free.
When time has come for me to go
and leave for yonder sphere,
I hope that I can truly say:
I learned my lesson here.
2011
Looking back
When the end of the road comes into view
we pause and turn around,
the mind goes back to years ago
to see what can be found.
The tears and laughter we went through,
our mind a question mark,
not knowing what the lesson is
we are groping in the dark.
I hear you say, what is it all about?
You are born and then you die,
leave all and everything behind,
don’t know the reason why.
Your life is but one page, my friend,
in the book of incarnation,
you leave and then return again
to start a new creation.
July 2011