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To My Folks Whom I Love

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Too many times we leave for last the things we now should say,

Too many times our lives, our days; they get so in the way,

We go about evaluating all we see with the eye,

But spend little time considering the things that happen inside.

We forget to say thanks to those who raised us, from a cell to man and woman,

We forget to include them in our present thinking, they will not understand,

A simple thought would tell us that they have lived this before,

Ignorance and arrogance denying that of this world they know more.

You look at the frame, you look at the face and say they do not know of the now,

But a little time and a little talk will illustrate exactly and precisely how-

They know of the now that matters- of the things that trouble you deep,

Of the headaches and heartaches and sorrows of all that cause to weep.

So deep in the night whilst angels sleep in a bed just like the one where you once lay,

Yesterday the angels were you, but they take the form of your children today,

And just like you oh so long ago while they dream blue streams and green hills,

Their parents argue and fuss and cry about debts, lack of money and bills.

Just because these same spirits of yesterday don’t use YouTube and Netflix like you,

Doesn’t mean that the importance of the today is something relatively new-

No in today’s ‘what really matters’ are the sweat and the tears of those past,

All the other stuff just falls by the wayside those are not the things that will last.

So take the time and converse with those who have been there and seen,

Because our reality of today is so parallel to what has already been,

And they have been there and made it and can still sit back and smile,

They know how to get up the energy, produce the strength for the last mile.

So please talk listen understand because the blessing will not always be,

And in time all we will be left with is just this generation of you and me,

So laugh with them, engulf them, be with them and understand,

And as you sit laughing and talking, say thank you and gently hold their hand.


Copyright 2013


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