Later

At times i find myself lost deep in tought I imagine of myself in the past, as if i were part of history I also think of how many souls have walked the earth and gone Of how life is like a flower, so radiant and beautiful and slowly whithers away I come to realize how much love a heart can hold and give How cold the sould could be Yet the sun that warms the day benefits us all Just like the rain that pours life unto us, still we dont care to see I can only recall few times of joy as a child I would wait up all night for a santa claus that never came A hug from my father with love that i never felt In the end time goes by, and the winds do blow the same The world is so different, yet so much alike we all bleed red If only we would let love guide our hearts Sadly greed comes infront of many hearts that want to do good Life is a but a big lesson, love like there is no tomorrow, for nothing good comes later
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Chircop Avatar
July 11, 2019 at 2:14 PM
Heartwrenchingly painful first lines..A Santa Clause that never came,a hug from a father with love never felt..Yes it saddens my heart..Yet your message "Love like there's no tomorrow"..fills me with happiness..Knowing that somehow somewhere you came familiar to love and have plenty to share.Awesome Eddie.
Krutsinger Avatar
February 18, 2019 at 6:05 AM
This line should be the mantra of the universe: "If only we would let love guide our hearts"
Kiser Avatar
February 6, 2019 at 3:11 PM
You are quite wise; beautifully done.
Leiser Avatar
February 6, 2019 at 11:02 AM
Enjoyed your reflections and insights in this well penned poem, Edward. God bless! :)
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