Passing Poetry On

my life isn't over as far as i know there's no enemy chasing me or disease that have shown as far as i know i have another fifty years to march through life and many more tears i have a wisdom that comes with time i have a learning that taught me to rhyme one of the tricks i play with words a game i play with other boys and girls i play with emotion when it's my turn sometimes i play fairly or so i have learned it's time to pass on what i have been given help the younger understand their living for some there is worship a type of praise and others a picture in which they gaze periods of life or particular days some described clearly others in a haze love our chosen vanity filled many a page never ending are our stories but there are only two plays i the same actor played a few leading parts modern, Shakespearean, and musical art comedies and tragedies are the stuff of life yet only once was i given that thing i called a wife but deep runs the river that flows through time heading for an ocean where it is no more when it's time to go through it we don't knock at the door the game is over, time to tally the score with words our written testimonies telling the deeds of souls and hearts some with solemnity and some with art asking unanswerable questions seeking something in the dark giving unacceptable explanations for that which was torn apart we love god, we love each other but we mostly love ourselves our hurt that we share with others our pen at paper yells our preaching and our pleading pretending to be spells repeated down through history after every love there is a hell whether warning, prophecy or story we cannot help but tell those wondrous things that befell us while in heaven before we fell our writing is not for fame or fortune we don't care if it sells but it's our turn at ringing the same old emotional bell (Dedicated to the memory of Linda-Marie the Sweet heart. )