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Did You Ever Really Live?

It’s not how much you get

Nor how much you give.

A more important question begs an answer:

During all your endeavors, did you ever really live?

 

Working hard for wealth,

Recognition, or simply trying to be,

You paid a heavy price in time, stress, and aging

Because nothing comes for free.

 

We all work and struggle for our children,

Hoping they’ll accomplish more than we.

We want them to have a better life than us,

Yet nothing is for free.

 

Life teaches hard lessons.

Can knock you to your knees.

Never giving in but getting up

Is but one of a successful life’s keys.

 

We were put here for a purpose.

Many may not understand.

To do our best during our test,

Maybe lend a helping hand.

 

Some are doctors, lawyers, brokers,

Paupers or kings wearing a crown.

Others were musicians, writers,

Or poets of renown.

 

It was given to you freely.

It’s therefore yours to decide,

But one last thought I’ll venture

If you will abide.

 

You’ve worked so hard for others,

Please don’t die with your music still inside.

Music Notes

 

Hard to Please

Man is sometimes a restless creature.

It is but one of his many features.

Wanting what he can’t have to fulfill a desire,

Sometimes he’ll struggle until he expires.

 

With a bank account full, he’ll strain for still more,

Worrying about investments as he paces the floor.

He won’t give up, and he sure won’t quit.

He certainly will not enjoy his wealth one little bit!

 

Cemeteries fill up, stopping these desires and suspense.

So many dying, they’ve had to build a fence.

Someone else will spend that wealth that he worked so hard to get,

But from where he now lies, he can have no regret.

 

The Things I Missed

During all my hurried chase for wealth,

I sacrificed my youth and spoiled my health.

Two young lovers sharing a kiss…

Just one of the many things I missed.

 

So many things yet to do, so much I want to say.

The mirror reflects my wrinkled face, and hair turned whitish-grey.

I don’t remember smelling land after a cleansing rain

Or offering soothing words of comfort to those suffering alone in pain.

 

Did I notice children’s faces looking skyward in delight

As they held on tightly to their multi-colored kites?

Did I collect a seashell from a white beach sand,

And did I get to travel to a distant land?

 

Did I pluck daisy petals or ever smell a rose

Or even try to ice skate after the lakes all froze?

There’s so many things I could add to my lengthy lists,

Containing all the many things I apparently missed.

 

My race is run, my fortune won —

A hollow victory it would seem

For I missed out on simple things,

It is time I can’t redeem.

 

Of my own choice, I rolled the dice

To pursue my wealth

And paid the price.

In the quest, I lost the best when I lost my health.

 

Recording my sad litany

Reveals a truth which I cannot hide:

For though I have wealth, I’ll die a pauper’s death

With all  my music still inside!

 

Just a reminder to remember to raise your awareness to your experiences – each and every day.

God’s blessings upon your journey!

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.

 

 

 

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