When Flowers Bloom and Birds Do Fly

If mine heart should speak, let it speak so well; For I may not have another time to tell. Let me say it straight; let me say it clear, It may not be so loud but the deaf can hear. It's for the sane to commend me of my views And for the fools to take me as a foe; For my word shall either be sweet or foul But it bears the frankness of my soul. The sheer desire for wealth or fame I apt no more for all is vain. It's good enough for me to see That I've lived a life in each passing day. When a man is young he's at his best And a merry soul has no time to rest. But life's like hanging on a ledge The soul is weakened at the ripe old age. No amount of sleep shall recompense or mend Of a good dream lost to awakening; So as a speeding star in a tranquil gaze That fell so sudden before a wish. The time that flies and makes one old Burgeons the burdens of an old man's load. It shall be heavier when he departs If he'll bear the laments of a shattered heart. Life is doomed and to cease one day; Not a single soul can choose to stay. Better pave a way for the saints to stroll So that bad old serpent could tempt no more. Then for my own sake I'll pray with them That my soul be freed from the hell's domain. And my heart won't dare to sing again Those mournful lines of life's refrain. A blissful sunset shall start to thrive Nocturnal solace upon my head. Then it shall be on the day I die When flowers bloom and birds do fly. Author: Jecon B. Nadela Date & Time of Writing: 10 May 2014 ; 2:03pm - 3:21pm Thanks God I'm writing again.