My Gift To Share Love
I clearly remember many days long ago;
long before the cell phone or pager;
days filled with sunshine, rain, and snow;
at the time, I was just a teenager.
There were many things; I didn’t know;
so I often deferred to another;
my mind was a seed; beginning to grow;
so I gave my trust to a brother.
Taught the difference, between right and wrong;
I learned to think on my own;
no longer was I satisfied, to just go along;
as others, reaped; what they’d sown.
No longer a teenager; I‘d learned the rules;
each is responsible, for what they do;
just going along; was the journey of fools;
I must be me; and you must be you.
When I was a child; I spoke as a child;
tho I changed as the years flew by;
now, I am a man; needing reconciled;
for what I’d done to make God cry.
Life was destined to become my school;
my failures, became my teachers;
I remembered the Master’s golden rule;
while sidelined on life’s bleachers.
I’m now an old man; my words are God’s gift;
sharing thoughts handed down from above;
poems, made of words, to give others a lift;
my gift is to share God’s Love.
Monty 9/28/24. # 2,362