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

Maybe there are some things that can be left unsaid. But, I love you, is not it.

When I was young my parents told me that I would wish I had this time to live again. I have to say that I thought they were a bit senile. Who in their right mind would want to live with no TV, cell phone or Facebook? Who wants to fish in clean water, breathe unpolluted air, or play in the middle of the street without harm? Who needs to sleep through a silent night or wake early to play in dew covered grass? Who needs simplicity, friends …family? Why would I long to hug my father, to kiss my mother’s brow, to tell my brothers and sisters I love them.

“Not me,” said the ignorance of youth.

 

Working for a Living

Any job you do not love

Is a job that never ends

The way to make it better

Is to share it with a friend

dare to dream—then dare to try

We Are All Just Children

When I was a child, I knew how to fly

But I chose for myself a safer road

I trudged on through the tedium of life

With feet firm on the ground I bore life’s load

 

I let money and possessions rule me

Now where is the boy who knew how to live

Too afraid of what other people see

So frightened that I have nothing to give

 

Perhaps that is what is wrong with the world

Too afraid of what other people think

To be what we are, in the eyes of God

Innocent children playing on the brink

 

I will not slip into oblivion.

But kick and scratch to get every drop

Hold on to youthful ways and try to fly

Maybe I’ll fail, but I will never stop