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I can't take anything for granted
Driving down the rugged road,
I see them.
Two little kids,
One’s clothes are too small,
The other’s clothes are too big.
Their bellies are swollen with hunger,
And they look back at a shoddy shack,
The place they call home.
The impoverished youngsters look as if they had rolled in the dusty dirt.
Later that evening,
I eat my dinner of chicken, mashed potatoes, and milk.
I want to take it for granted,
But then I remember the two kids,
The ones who probably don’t remember when their bellies have last been full.
I climb into my warm bed
Under a sturdy roof,
And I want to take it for granted.
Then I remember the little children
Who will be cold tonight,
Lying on the ground, maybe on a flimsy mattress if their lucky.
In the morning I put on my clothes,
Which fit just right,
And I want to take it for granted.
I think back to the youngsters
Who will be wearing the same old clothes today,
The ones that are too big and too small.
My dad drives me to school in his Mercedes Benz,
And I want to take it for granted.
Remember the little ones, my mind tells me.
The little ones that can’t afford to go to school.
The ones who probably have never ridden in a car before.
I think of all the things I have,
And realize that they are just things.
I know I can’t take anything for granted,
Because somewhere out there, there are two little kids just like the ones I saw.
People who either don’t have as much as me,
Or don’t have anything at all.
I can’t take anything for granted.
Bird's Song
Follow the bird’s song,
Wherever you go.
Through the peaceful meadow
With flowers abound.
Through the gruesome war
Tossing bodies all around.
Listen to the bird’s song,
Whenever your ears are open.
At a musical
When sweet song fills the room.
At home
When his voice creates a loud boom.
Listen, follow
Follow, listen
Listen and follow the bird’s song;
You’ll know what to do,
For the bird’s song is the same as your heart.
Maiden
Sitting atop a willow’s branches,
A young maiden looks out from her perch.
Hair as bright as the sun,
Eyes as blue and innocent as the sky above her.
Totally oblivious to the changing world
All about her.
Dreaming pleasant day dreams,
No stress or worry upon her.
Hiding in her safe haven,
One that is impenetrable
From bad thoughts and things.
An innocent little maiden,
Looking out at the world.
Just by using my voice
I loathe the way
I’ve been caged so long.
The keener pain
of my broken heart
Plagues me day
By day.
My clinging spirit
Won’t last much longer;
I know this for a fact.
I open my mouth
And use my voice
To speak out for myself
But when I act,
He throws me out,
Creating more lifelong scars.
A week goes by,
And I begin to lose hope.
Then the ominous door opes,
And sunlight floods the room.
I’ve earned my freedom
On my own,
Just by using my voice.
Life
What is life exactly?
It’s very hard to know.
Is it dawn first rising over the horizon?
The baby’s first cry heard by all?
Is it a flower bud opening its petals
To the world awaiting its beauty?
Life is what you make it,
What you want it to be.
No one defines your life…
Except you.
One in a life-time chance
I dive through the transparent water,
Leaving the human world
Far behind me.
I open my eyes
And take in the beautiful scenery
Of creatures and plants.
The colorful fish swim around me,
Then go back to hide in the seaweed.
I try to journey down deeper,
Down to the ocean floor,
But my body can’t take the pressure.
The air in my lungs
Is becoming stale,
And I know that I must soon leave
This mysterious world.
As I burst to the surface,
I realize that my visit
To this underwater world
Was a one-in-a-life-time chance.
This post has been edited by ElvenBeauty: 22 February 2009 - 12:05 PM
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