Not Till the Heavy Woman Sings

NOT TILL THE HEAVY WOMAN SINGS Someone told me recently that you had nothing left; Socially you were just old and hand no joke. Even though it’s been considerable years since; I looked into your eyes. I know that’s not true I believe your spirit holds me; Day in and day out I find myself in your spirit world. This is not a fantasy of my mind; It’s the power of your worth. That’s the thing though here and now; The things life takes away; Things you never think of; That would have made a difference. If I only knew I wasn’t going to look into those eyes. When the Guardians of the light; Bring to you that which you need; If you carelessly discard a gift such as that; The hand of fate delivers its retributions; And only that which you offended can vie for your forgiveness I have little value in this world but I am me; And that you do have. It is apparent that you have so much more; And I; compared to all else am insignificant; But you’ve had me through all these years. I know the fire of your creation still burns; And it shows in your spirit. It reflects in your soul; And can be seen and noticed; In those eyes that elevates my heartbeat. I laugh insanely at such comments; Suggesting that you have nothing left; I can only guess but with common deduction; That these are words of the jealous or misinformed; And they only wish they could acquire and keep as you have