Once there was a time (of course, not so long),
I was, in body and mind, not so strong;
Any death, as though it's my own, scared me,
Mishaps and blood I couldn't dare to see...!
Then, when I saw while slowly growing up,
Kith and kin from the cup of death did sup;
Though, sorrow brim-filled, for days I cried, wept,
The thickness turned like snow by soft sun swept...!
Money and mundane luxuries, further,
Pulled me far from realities, rather;
Death seems to me now as though a routine,
Like drinking tea or normal morning clean...!!!
I philosophize death, theologize,
Moralize today; spiritualize;
Exhibit explicit crocodile tears,
Isn't my conscience, yet, simply on airs...?
03 January 2023
Then and now Poetry Contest
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Everyday single day there in rush hour I stop and then I go
It's enough to make anyone sour as I'm sure that you know
No smiles upon any one of their faces in this doggy dog world
There is no room for God's Graces nor the time to be unfurled
But as I again hit the brake I suddenly take the time to realize
Allowing my own conscious to wake and my soul to spiritualize
Driving there in the right lane I just remember this too shall pass
Just in praying that I can stay sane as finally I give it a little gas
And that guy that goes zipping by I have no mind left to give
Having done so in God's eye in being the Judge of how I live
To God that time has been given and spent a much better way
He's the One who keeps me driven getting through another day
Prayer has never failed me yet, but it is myself who is too frail
For it is I who will often let another take the wind from my sail
So I reach over for the Rosary Beads clenching them in my fist
Life is but many deeds, now rush hour can be added to that list
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