Society of today full of greed
Does teach our children lots, which is not good.
They see the greed and they misunderstood.
The base of greed is evil spawn indeed,
They think that gold is what they need to heed
To make a life of good.  But if I could
Tell them today is it so bad, I would.
I would tell them this path do not proceed.

So turn away my children dears, and hear
What I have said.  Do not let greed get near.
Do not let greed get in your heart and soul
For once it sticks and holds it will control
Your life. Then you will be no good you see
For evil will control the life of thee.

I think it might have been a bit of wit,
But then I think it might have been a spark
So now I must decide and then submit
A poem.  Then write the poem and make my mark.

I could have picked a poem about a lark,
And told of how to flew across the room.
I could have picked a poem about the dark,
And told of how the dark can be a tomb.

As you can see I wrote this poem of this,
A mind’s first thought can be like cheese of Swiss.

You reached out to me and captured my heart
I knew we would be friends from the very start
Heaven only knows where this road will lead
But I do know this, you are what I need
And one thing I can tell you that is true
Part of my heart does now belong to you

 

Without your love my life and heart means naught,
My life was built this way by God*s design,
As I could not bear living with this thought,
That you might not remain forever mine.

You do complete my life with all you do,
So if I had to live without your love,
My life would see a small and sad adieu,
And into hell my life would feel a shove.

So my dear love I have to ask of you,
Is my life safe and is your love still true?

One day my love was there for me to see
The next it is all gone and tossed aside
No matter how much I want, wish or plea
I know that love I had, has up and died

I still love you and I know you love me
But it will never be the same as when
Before my ears had heard the words from thee
Those small words hurt me over and again.

I wish at times I was blind to all this
For I do miss you’re love and our sweet bliss.

It is up to each of us to decide
If knowing answers now is what we need
Or if we can live life and set aside
The questions here and live and not concede

Once we are dead and our sweet soul is freed
We all have something we believe will be
But it is not worth dying in great speed  
To answer questions, do you not agree?

I think to be content to know this fact
You will not know for sure with life intact.

With one more memory of the near end,
To come back to the lonely world I spend.

The desert has a beauty all its own,
A rustic scene of something to behold.
As you look into what the winds have blown,
Extend it further out, it does unfold.

A sagebrush tumbles by unseen soft wind,
And only stopping when the wind dies down.
The sun has strong effects, as it can blind,
But shaded eyes detect the wonders found.

Where even though this rustic land is harsh,
It pictures rustic colorful of scenes.
The desert’s greenery is not the marsh,
But dry and special kind of color green.

So next, when you are at the desert skirt,
Look passed, see more, than just a bunch of dirt.