Weeping Willow ...Poem
Weeping Willow why do you weep
Such beauty yet so much grief
You see days begin, nights end
You see people gain and lose friends
You see isolation, poverty, and strife
You see a man with a women that's not his wife
You see true joy, happiness, and good will
You hear people praying, "God please let’s make a deal"
You see life being snatched from our youth
And people so old they no longer remember what to do
You see mountains so high
They seem to touch the sky
You see triumph and people doing right
Yet you see mothers without a place to sleep at night
Weeping willow, I know why you weep
This world is filled with so much beauty yet so much grief.
Let’s talk about life for a while. What kind of person are you really? How far would you go for someone in need? Will you only go as far as is convenient for you? Will you bear your soul and wear yourself down for the sake of another? Do you condemn those around you, judge one deed or trait before ever seeing what's underneath? Do you spout hate in the name of God? Does that make it ok? When you look in the mirror in the morning are you proud, do you have a false sense of superiority? I have met so many people who have isolated themselves. They cover themselves in a veil of hate. No one may enter, except those of like belief. What kind of life is this? This is no way to show others your point of view. I live my life by the golden rule. I show love I give all I can and take only when necessary. I accept every race, sexual orientation, and religious opinion. I embrace the world. Have I had my heart broken? More times than I would like to admit. Would I change a day in my life? Not a chance. Life is a series of forked roads. You can’t go back. There is no way. Why Then do so many people choose hate? Take my advice. Love deeply and cherish every moment you have. No matter how bad it gets; it will always get better.
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