Some Little Thoughts
by Raymonde Sacklyn
THE PATH
The history of years gone by, of men and women,
Of the bold or of the strong,
Ofttimes causing mothers and fathers to cry.
But the love of many of yesteryear,
Shall never be forgot.
Further, never can a single tear fall,
For nothing can be wiped away,
No matter what from yesterday.
He left this world, many shall say,
But his deeds, never can be washed away:
His deeds shall live for eons to come,
Of those who gave their lives.
Their bones, today, lie in the sod
The valiant deeds can never be erased
As the sun replaces the moon,
Warming the rich earth, causing flowers to bloom.
The errors of life come, and, ofttimes, seemingly go away.
There is little that one can say, one who is not blessed.
Life’s complexities leave many to collect and to reflect:
What is good? What is right? What is wrong?
Which way is the correct road to take?
Which are the best thoughts to keep?
And, then, come what may:
When is it the time for that eternal sleep?
