Uncertain of the Way.
Uncertain of the way; I inch forward.
Like the blind; I sense my way ahead.
Wondering the right direction; to go.
Body consumed with; forbidding dread.
Is dream worthy of completing,
or being tucked away to bed?
Chance it, Risk it; FAILURE.
Or just let go and it will be said.
She could have been an author;
But that isn't where her path led.
To give up so easily on my dream;
Would mean, I am already dead.
Simply This
It is busy all around.
People running here and there.
Is it the Christmas season?
No--Today is Welfare Cheque Day.
Restaurants, banks are packed;
So are hotels, and Bingo Halls.
Grocery stores have no surge,
Neither do the childrens' wear.
Yet in a week, give or take a bit,
The welfare spirits will be low,
and the only place really busy,
will be the local food banks.
Protesters gathering everywhere,
Shouting--No more budget cuts,
We can't feed and clothe our kids.
Look what Mike Harris has done to us.
My question is simply this:
Is it their fault, or his?
Far ahead train blows;
No vibrations, no sight.
Lots of time to
Jump off track.
Headlight in the eyes
Froze like deer on road
Whistle deafens thought
Trembling, shaking, shoes
Not much time to
Jump off track.
No time to question why
Instinct clears me away
Train screams quickly by
Leaving sadness, anger, and fear.
Vaguely aware need help
Before next train roars by
There won't be any time
To jump off track.
The Timing of Life
Oh child, you won't see the light,
Or hear the sounds of the world.
You're not to experience
The essence of life.
I know about your plight.
To others, you're not a being.
Just an inconvenience,
Just a thing.
The timing isn't right,
For her to begin a life.
May you be protected,
By an Angel in white.
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