Today I thought I really must
Sit down and write a poem,
I had no topic in my mind
Just lounging here at home,
And then I thought about my life,
How fortunate am I
To bask in comfort, warm and safe –
My nest is soft and dry;
I have no need to venture out
Unless I make that choice,
It’s peaceful here and quiet
I don’t need to raise my voice
Unless I care to make some noise,
To let myself be heard,
But even then it’s up to me
To speak or write the words;
How fortunate to have the choice
To dictate how I live,
I may choose to hoard my wealth
Or I may choose to give;
There are those who have no say
In what each day will bring,
Someone else controls their lives,
Dictates the songs they sing –
They have no rights, they feel no love,
Their lives are cold and dead,
And all the dreams they long to dream
Lie dormant in their heads;
I guess sometimes I take for granted
All the gifts I own,
Maybe today I’ll share a few
With someone who’s alone
Because I know it means much more
To give than to receive,
It’s time to venture out, I think………….
To live what I believe.
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