If I Were a Word

If I were a word, I'd be on the point of Sharon's pen... If I were a poem, The young one would have penned me... If I needed to show my heart, I guess I would be me, If I were to lay down wisdom, I'd be John, Vince, Ruby, Christy, Maya But, I wouldn't be me.... If I awoke in the middle of the night, Wrapped in fear and uncertainty,.... I would be Tom Bell again,.... In desperate need of a friend... If I have offended, I will volunteer To cut off the offensive part... If someone will remember me... Somewhere down the road... If I can create a smile, or a wondrous thought, I will have exceeded my aspirations As a person, though never quite a farah chammah, I will see the sun rise, I will see the sun sink... I will pray for my fellow man, Regardless of what others may think.... One life to live? Nonsense, the Hindus got it right, The cycle is repeated, Until we see the light... Yet the light is here at Soup, It shines so bright that it could blind, But blind most of us are, We keep a closed up mind... Lives end, lives begin... They are virtually the same... God kisses each of us, And grants us a special name... But time is oblivious to all this, It has it's own agenda, And we are powerless to influence it, There are higher powers we'll never understand... But the power of our words lives on... That power will never end.