Borders
Whispers
Pleading whispers
Bleeding in the night whispers
Never heard
And often refused
A helping hand
Faces
Blank faces
Tears filled wrinkled faces
Nameless people
On life-long missions
To a new world
Families
Torned families
Crossing-the-border families
Wandering victims
Searching oppotunities
For a better life
Borders
Man-made borders
Egoistically guarded borders
Guarding the abundance over plenty
That no longer has worth
Once the soul is gone
Pleading whispers
Bleeding in the night whispers
Never heard
And often refused
A helping hand
Faces
Blank faces
Tears filled wrinkled faces
Nameless people
On life-long missions
To a new world
Families
Torned families
Crossing-the-border families
Wandering victims
Searching oppotunities
For a better life
Borders
Man-made borders
Egoistically guarded borders
Guarding the abundance over plenty
That no longer has worth
Once the soul is gone
Peppered With Memories
Among the dreams
Settling on my pillow
After a melancholic night
Are the aromas and petals
Of this man's journey
Peppered with memories
Faces and voices
Of People I have met
And their influence
On my heart
On my soul
On my life
(Thank you for the dreams)
Settling on my pillow
After a melancholic night
Are the aromas and petals
Of this man's journey
Peppered with memories
Faces and voices
Of People I have met
And their influence
On my heart
On my soul
On my life
(Thank you for the dreams)
On Monday She Remembered
The winds howled
But she never noticed
Sarah stared out the window
Wondering
Would there ever be a summer
Like the summers when she was a child
Would the clouds above her head
Ever part
Would she know freedom, true freedom
From what she could not remember
She went for a walk in the park
But never left her home
Sarah spoke with relatives
Who had long been gone
And sometimes she laughed with them
But most of the times
She cried
Sarah couldn't remember why
But she remembered the summers
When she was a child
On Monday she remembered
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But she never noticed
Sarah stared out the window
Wondering
Would there ever be a summer
Like the summers when she was a child
Would the clouds above her head
Ever part
Would she know freedom, true freedom
From what she could not remember
She went for a walk in the park
But never left her home
Sarah spoke with relatives
Who had long been gone
And sometimes she laughed with them
But most of the times
She cried
Sarah couldn't remember why
But she remembered the summers
When she was a child
On Monday she remembered
(donate to the Alzheimer's Association, www.alz.org)
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