Wondersmith West Discussion Forum Hosted by Alice C. Bateman: I Would tell a Child

I Would tell a Child

No choice.
Moment of our birth is something we do
Although unwittingly,
We take a chance, we have only one,
That lasts forever,
Until years skip by, then realization.

No voice.
Blundering, we take on this merry dance,
Soaking highs, slapping lows
Hooked on romance, find the only one
As one together
Until years skip by, then comprehension.

Rejoice?
Silently maybe, in financial ruin.
Knowing last days
Have taught to accept, adapt.
God is with one now,
Always has been and now awareness.

So I drove myself to the old folks home
In a stolen car,
Belonged to Edna who lived next door.
Kids call or phone out of duty,
Don’t need me anymore.
Years ago sold my home
So I could live here all alone
And die with no bother.

If I could speak to a child.
Strictly banned as this place is manned
By old wierdos.

I would tell that child,
Providing he/she could understand,
Take each day, no matter what,
What you want, or what you’ve got,
That God is always with you,
May leave you, may take you,
But His love is mild
Just like you, my child,
And boy!! Does He have a promised land!

They wanted to take my left leg off
Already took my right.
I asked them to let me die with dignity.
Not tonight son, not tonight.

That scared me, they were calling me son.
So this one legged one hundred year old bloke
Whose life little more than a joke
Lies here
Dies here
Without one word spoken.
Son???
Whenever she was I loved her,
Whoever she was, was bespoke
To me. But somehow, somewhen our hearts were broken.

And I would tell that child
To remain a child,
To expect,
And not get……………..
And to look forward in anticipation
To the next glorious lifelong day.

I Would tell a Child

Awesome, Rusty!!

thank you Alice