Poetry from a Past Life - Part 1
In this next short series, I want to share with you some old poetry that was written years ago. I've shared some of these on others sites. Now, I'm bringing them to HP. When I say past life, I don't mean from another lifetime that I lived at some point. I'm really not into reincarnation. But I am referring to a different period of my life.
During my late teens and early 20s, I wrote music for a rock-nroll band. Most of what I'm bringing here is not actually poetry, but song lyrics. Further, many of the ideals and thoughts I wrote about then are not what I hold to today. God has changed so much of who I am. Still, we all have a past, and much can be learned from it if we take the time. Hopefully, l I've learned some lessons along the way.
The Background
They say the most important person in the life of a toddler is the mother. I believe that is probably true, Psychologists tell us that our life shaping is complete by the time we reach the age of 4. The mother plays an important role in that shaping. I'm also told that the most important figure in a young man's life is his father.
This is not a pity party. I'm just sharing part of myself with you. My mother left this world due to cancer when I was 4 years old. She was in and out of hospitals for the two previous years. I never really knew her.
My father gave in to multiple myeloma, and passed away when I was 21 - just when I needed him most. I'm sure there were many life lessons he could have taught me. Hopefully, through God's grace, I was able to learn some of them elsewhere.
This is the background of this first piece. It was written for my mother and father. I have to admit, at times I still miss them.
If` I Could Be Anywhere At All
Spent some time in the mountains.
Spent some time near the sea.
And if I could be anywhere at all
It be to have you here with me.
Days are long, nights are lonely.
Times are hard, so it seems.
Still, in my mind, I remember a time
When life was everything to me.
At times, I think I'd like to go back
To a place that I once knew.
But your memory still lives there,
And there's not room for two.
Spent some time in the mountains -
Coast to coast, sea to sea.
And in the black of every winter's night
Your ghost comes calling after me.
And in the twinkle of distant starlight
You're pushing so hard to be free.