Paul Schneiter Poet Rhyme

Tell Me

Can it truly be
That the existence of you and me
Will be as if it never were
With no him and with no her?

Tell me.

Can it truly be
That the formation of a family
Will be a thing of naught,
An entity that time forgot?

Tell me.

Can it truly be
That our sacrifices to live free
Will count for little worthwhile,
Except for pimps primping in their guile.

Tell me.

Can it truly be
That universes without end
Are the happenstances of luck and chance
An invitation to join a celestial dance.

Tell me.

Can it truly be
That Mother’s scored back and hands
Were hardly signs of ceaseless labor
Only barely more than rendering us a favor.

Tell me.

Can it truly be
That the growing number of empty chairs
Symbolize nothing that need give pause,
Many of their occupants were rife with flaws.

Tell me.

Can it truly be
That when dreamless sleep owns mine and me
The toil and the striving and the loving we knew
Won’t matter as much as a robin’s fall call
Mind not that in earnest we gave life our all.

Tell me.

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Skat A July 4, 2015 at 11:34 PM Paul, CONGRATULATIONS, on having your poem featured on the soup's home page. Enjoy the coming week. Take Care ~SKAT~ . Paul Schneiter July 5, 2015 at 8:56 AM Receiving bouquets from a poet of your stature is a special honor. Please know of my gratitude, SKAT A.

Kp Nunez February 1, 2015 at 10:57 AM Paul, I like the way the questions gradually moved from a personal matter of the heart up...up to subjects more profound...back to that deeply personal query, as the speaker already have given his all...Brilliant piece...A 7! Kim;) Paul Schneiter February 2, 2015 at 9:36 PM Kim, your kind words of praise are "golden" to me. I could not value and appreciate them more. Thank you.

Poet Destroyer A January 31, 2015 at 3:31 AM On second thought, I love every thought here. I know everything will or won't be forgotten. Paul, this is my favorite poem of my day :). Now Tell Me... :) Have a nice night.. LINDA Paul Schneiter January 31, 2015 at 6:49 AM I cherish your words . . . they are dear to me. You are such a sweetheart to have commented as you have. Three times during the night I came to the computer to delete the poem. Only John Squires' kind comments held me back. Thank you, thank you. Paul Schneiter January 31, 2015 at 6:42 AM Linda, It's 5:30 a.m. Utah time. In the previous hours, I have obsessed about this poem, telling myself that I made a fool of myself by writing it and being dumb enough to post it. Hence, I want you to know how much your comment means to me . . . the extent to which it has restored belief in myself. I can't thank you enough. Poet Destroyer A January 31, 2015 at 3:31 AM PS ... a fav

Poet Destroyer A January 31, 2015 at 3:26 AM Hi Paul, your poem flows throughout. I like this, MINE AND ME :)... I will read this poem again. What I love about life, is giving it our all... Love LInda Paul Schneiter January 31, 2015 at 6:55 AM Linda, I don't mean to be overly dramatic, but thanks to you and John it's going to be a beautiful day. Again, heartfelt thanks. With love and every good wish, Paul (Reborn)

John Squires January 30, 2015 at 8:42 PM Very well done work. We know there is a bigger picture but many need help to see. Paul Schneiter January 30, 2015 at 10:14 PM Thank you, John. I value and appreciate your kind comment.