The Longest Dawn Part 1
THE FIRST PART OF A CROWN OF 15 SONNETS BUT IT HAD TO BE SPLIT UP BECAUSE OF CHARACTER SPACE ALLOWANCE WHICH RUINS THE WHOLE THING
Life is hard yet worse to say a goodbye.
We strive, we drive, we grow, our life is done
Our future none knows, we try and we cry
Don’t look back the good book says to look on
Don’t give up you can fix with straw the pail
Effort, sweat, tears to crawl out of the mire
Don’t listen, get up fight back, you won’t fail
A weakness, a mistake, you are the liar
Show what you are made of fight this is life
Claw your way up, stretch out do not ask man
Those first steps the falls, your fear may be rife
Stand firm, stand tall and say yes when you can
But life is for those live grab it, don’t break
One struggles at birth for each breath to take
2.
One struggles at birth for each breath to take
The right to record your name in life’s book
To fill the earth then your thirst you may slake
To leave history, your offspring can look
Back on your name and your deeds be they much
Back on your years be they few you cherish
To learn to read, write to enjoy and clutch
Give to others live for you, not selfish
Marry, live alone, have children or not
Don’t hurt, don’t, pity, be empathetic
Tarry, play, forgive, take not that last shot
A child gone, is the world apathetic
Yet reason to rejoice and not to cry
Each finger each toe examined by eye
3.
Each finger each toe examined by eye
Mothers love no matter the intense pain
Perfect or not, slimy defenceless cries
Fathers swear they can’t go through it again
A first breath, a first suckle it begins
Life renewed, promises made, only good.
Each life a lottery, each shade of skin
A pot of shades, learn to mix flesh and blood
The same yet so different, where’s the blame
Together in life they intertwine fast
Age, aches, twisted bones, joints swollen aflame
We mocked we shocked but life is still a blast
But with tender passion and hands that shake
Love immense, life given and hearts do break.
4.
Love immense, life given and hearts do break.
Knees wobble, chins jut, the budding of youth
Young bodies they lust for, childhoods they take
None can say we knew any wrong, in truth
Stand in judgment how can we judge, we saw
Did we tell or hide in the deep recess
Shut our eyes and our minds but they still gnaw
The promise we made and their life we bless
How wrong to trust this image, this great source
Robbed of peace and harmony guilt of man
Innocence stolen, who’s to say endorse
None, let childhood return please if it can
Yet we grow we live we fight and we cry
Each stage of life left without a goodbye
© MANDY TAMS 25/5/2016
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2016
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