Category: Poem

To be or not to be? To be happy or sad, to be ebullient or doleful, to be passionate or moody? To be or not to be is the quest I set out to seek. It’s the puzzle I needed to solve, the enigma that stared me down to red teary eyes. The proof of…

I hate to be average I hate not to be impactful I mark my years and see my gain In my sight they appear meager Yet men speak so highly And the more I wonder, by what they measure Again, their praise to others have been their end And so a deaf ear I turn…

I hate to be average I hate not to be impactful I mark my years and see my gain In my sight they appear meager Yet men speak so highly And the more I wonder, by what they measure Again, their praise to others have been their end And so a deaf ear I turn…

I hate to be average I hate not to be impactful I mark my years and see my gain In my sight they appear meager Yet men speak so highly And the more I wonder, by what they measure Again, their praise to others have been their end And so a deaf ear I turn…

Soon, my eyes shall see the pearly gates My ears to hear the sound of angels My feet to walk the streets of gold My hands to cuddle the glory of God My God, my hope, my faith, my desire And while I loved the gift of years I knew very well they would not…