iambs

 

The children sing their skipping rhymes
Which bring to mind my childhood streets
In what I'm sure were simpler times
the human heart in iambs beats

But streets and roads and cities grow
as trade advances and retreats
Now city's rhythms ebb and flow
just like a heart that iambs beats

And nations too enlarge and shrink
with victories and then defeats
But through this all without a blink
The human heart in iambs beats

Time's cliche

Time changes tomorrow's potential
overnight to the facts of today
Then without any doubts existential
as history, throws it away

So hope for the best
Prepare for the worst
Live each moment as if it's your last
At the end of the day
I hope you will say
I'm all done, but it sure was a blast

Balance

There's no resurrection, no life after death
When you fall off you cannot remount
So when the time comes and you draw your last breath
Be sure that you've squared your account

There'll be debts that you owe to the people you know
for kindness and help on the way
and some for the ones that are already gone
leaving you with no chance to repay

So I hope all the good that you do in your life
for loved ones and those past recall
will tip the worlds balance on the blade of that knife
and leave it a bit better, that's all

A thing of beauty

Do not cry because it's over,
that it will not come again
Rather, celebrate its being
and the memories that remain
For it was a thing of beauty
that soared in it's domain
And though we'll change about it
It will always be the the same