THE LONG SILENCE
{digging my own grave series}
 
During the long silence,
life’s neither sad nor gay…
It only meant one needed time away

Though, best wishes to my friends
who with me they stayed in touch
with soft notes of caring words
that mean so much

Helpful hints to put perspectives in balance…

To take a closer look beyond a quick glance…
To weigh the highs and lows
of Ones’ trials and errors...
To retrace steps taken upon roads spread wide
and those paths-a-narrow…
To see with inners eyes of the worlds’
many wonders…
To ponder the plight of fortunate men
and of those cursed asunder.

Do you ever think about life?
Don’t you just want to know…

Why some have great wealth
while others heave and tow?
Why complete happiness’
price is sadness?
Why weeping moms
cannot share in my gladness?
Why my full belly
causes yours to empty?
Why some stand contently
while others in wrath or pity?

We are told
that each reaps what they sow….

As I look around
that’s definitely not so.

For what has an infant done
during its short precious life…

To suffer or die
with such grievous strife

There’s much happiness riches and wealth
Yet, also there’s sadness sickness  health

In quiet silence
I ponder the balance

And there amid it all….
We are

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Copyright © Niyna DeSangre
…..w09182019



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