Life is but a masquerade and repetitive sequence waiting to end. But won't you like to make it worthwhile, the cries, the pain, the tears, the battles, the victories- they are all waiting. We are all more fortunate than we believe ourselves to be & a part of me wants badly to help. Yet, selfishness makes me cringe and shy away. Take the first step- VOLUNTEER AT THE COMMUNITY CHEST (Eldercare). You too can make a difference, im' sure about that. Especially people waiting to go into poly and have TOO MUCH free time on their hands, please. Brighten someone's day up and help.
The cries of an unborn Child escapes
when tears visibly run down happy eyes
as cheering hearts gushes joy, an embrace
that welcomes and invites with open arms
Birth. Seems only like a welcoming call.
Her frail, shell bends over precarious
when unseen tears streaked Her face
as Her heart can bleed no more
a flicker of breath fighting what's left
Death. Seems only like a welcoming call
i look from afar, a safe hidden distance
as my tears started to reach the place
of my crying heart that wants
badly to sprint forward, abound like no others before
Life. Seems only like a welcoming call
yet, then Cries of an unborn Child escapes
when tears visibly run down happy eyes
as cheering hearts gushes joy, embrace
that welcomes and invites with open arms
Birth. Seems only like a welcoming call.
Once more.
