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Ole Father Time

Once again, Ole Father Time

Has harvested yet another year.

His sickle sweeps clear the old calendar,

And another allotted time does appear.

 

With renewed high hopes and aspirations,

We again march toward our goal.

Determined to keep our resolutions,

We assume our newly-formed role.

 

Hoisting our banners high,

The new challenges we gladly accept.

Through this new time period,

We’ll strive to be adept.

 

Should we fail or falter,

One thing is crystal clear,

Ole Father Time waits patiently,

Honing his sickle to reap another year.

Africa

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

I hear the cry of Africa,

See her saddened plight —

Lackluster eyes, no hope or dreams,

Watch day and night.

 

Listless resignation,

Men gaze o’er vast parched plains,

Useless to plant in dried-out earth,

Waiting for blessed rains.

 

People far past anguish,

No more tears to shed,

No food, no clothes,

Hard earth for a bed.

 

Hunger pains diminished,

No longer feeling pain,

Too little food, too late,

And no one to blame.

 

I hear the cries of Africa,

Mourning on the winds,

In wake of death,

Starving hands reach quietly for their friends.

 

Haunting face of children

As hunger stalks this land.

No quarter given, and death lurks

For both beast and man.

 

Women stand bewildered,

Eying their helpless brood,

Wasting away, to laugh no more

For simple lack of food.

 

I hear the cry of Africa,

Wafting o’er the dry blasted sand,

People of proud heritage,

But what future in this drought-stricken land?

Life Styles

This poem is from Autumn Leaves:

Bright lights, music shattering to the ears,

Slick talk, designer dress, disco crowd,

Meaningless talk among peers,

Different life style for the young-at-heart.

 

Four-star restaurant, soft music, silver service,

Opulence to the tenth degree,

Works of art, big mansions, fine cars,

Wealth and life style for all to see.

 

Eyes downcast, ragged clothes, empty stomach,

No place for a weary head.

Cold streets, lonely hours, empty future,

Lost dreams, no roots, another day of dread.

Life styles of street people and drifters–

Whose dreams and hopes are dead.

 

Every day, same old thing,

Week in, week out, same routine.

Strength of hand, sweat of brow,

Make the payments on the bills somehow.

Year in, year out, rain or snow–

Life style of the workers who make the country go.

 

 

 

The Veils

This poem is from Autumn Leaves:

 

Layers of veils

Drawn over the mind,

Shut out light of knowledge,

Shielding hope from mankind.

The first one blots out charity,

It’s called the veil of “Greed.”

The second is called “Suspicion,”

And curtails doing good deeds.

The third one is “Jealousy and Envy,”

Stops our hearts from being kind.

The fourth is “Indifference and Falsehood,”

Makes people follow along blind.

The fifth is the darkest–

It’s simply known as “Hate,”

Yet the shining light

Of Love can penetrate.

Regardless of how tightly

These veils are drawn,

They can be opened by Knowledge

As night surrenders to dawn.

Ever so slowly now,

The veils begin to part.

Understanding rushes in, beginning to win,

Over the mind and into the heart.

At last they’re completely open,

Not able to stand Love’s bright decree.

The harsh light of Truth assisted,

And together they set you free.

America

This poem is in Autumn Leaves:

There! Do you see it? Is it still there?

A bright ray of light that splits the dark clouds of despair…

A ray of light brightly shining forth

Through the dark gloom of ignorance…

A ray of light bravely illuminating

And piercing the haze of hunger.

What is this light made of?

Where does it come from?

This bright brave light is composed of

Invisible substances called love,

Hope, dreams, tolerance and freedom.

It emanated from a piece of earth called America,

Conducted by a God-fearing people

Who left the darkness and live in the light.

This bright light cannot be extinguished

Because, once seen or heard of,

Shines into the hearts and minds of the tired,

Hungry and opposed people of the world.

Do you see it? Yes! Yes!

Thank God, it’s still there!

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