Contemplation

 

 

Looking down from mountain high

As if life from the base would spy

A tender breeze I feel on me face

My life’s is told with torment and grace

 

At the foot of the mountain my life began

Humble begging’s with hope I ran

As the climb became more steep

So would the hardships I would reap

 

The trail grew steeper as onward went

It grew complicated as hurdles was sent

Turmoil of being young apposed my dreams

Tally it would not as I downed out the screams

 

Moment of harmony and glorious splendor

When life gave all in sweet surrender

But they were all short lived and cruel

Making it the exception and not the rule

 

Now I reflect on life and ponder

Is it all worth it I now wonder?

I feel the pain and in agony I cry

Is it not better to let go and die

 

“To be or not to be” asked of someone old

When life to him a reality so very cold

Was he wrong to contemplate a bleak choice?

As seemed lost without hope, nothing to rejoice

 

© Vic 06/2015