Among the Stars and Moon

Among the Stars and Moon

You told me so many stories

Tales of someday very soon

Your God would lift our mortal veil

And we would join the stars and moon

 

I paid no heed to your warnings

For I was innocent and young

I had so many dreams to live

Too many songs left yet unsung

 

Tonight the ring broke the silence

Told me your words had come to pass

That your God sent down his Angels

And they welcomed you home at last

 

Now, that age has crept upon me

Can’t help but think about it all

How, in my life, I seldom prayed

That’s if I ever prayed at all

 

If it’s not too late my brother

I’ll learn that celestial tune

So that we might dance together

Out there, among the stars and moon

Transitions

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Ah yes there’s the rub; life’s small transitions

A birth to youth, youth to age, age to death

Much too quickly my brothers and sisters

Have passed through their veil of reality

And now join the orchestra of rapture

Too quickly I follow their lanterns glow

Sing to me a song, my Angels of grief

I can’t remember my life from before

Carefree and chasing the forever more

Regrets

I am so sorry mother

I was consumed by my youth

Maybe I did not love you

Quite as much as you deserved

My life devoured my thoughts

Tomorrow was far away

I didn’t understand how much

I would miss not seeing you

In the End

What will my final years bring I wonder
Will I set here and stare at the blank walls
Reliving days of my youthful glory
While waiting for my final curtain call
Or rush to the fray with all my fury
To fight for every breath and take it all
Chisel my own epitaph on my stone
“A life well lived, he did not die alone”

Old Soldier

I can see it in your face;

How proud you are that you stood for freedom

I can see it in your tears;

As you watch the world call us the enemy

I can see it tear at your heart;

When selfish people refuse to stand

I can see how your stomach churns;

Every time the flag is burned

I can see it eating away at your emotions;

When black hates white or white hates black

I can see your anger rise;

When the world spits on America

I can see your blood boil

When we cower in the corner too afraid to offend

I can see it in your hatred;

When you load the gun

I can see it in your smile;

After you have talked to God