Through the Ages
The past holds memories of loss and gainOf happiness and unrelenting pain
From childhood to adulthood
It is all the same
Each day brings such things it brings
Songs and dirges to sing
Some are pitiful; some are small;
Some are breath taking;
Some create the fall
Of all the faith that once was built
From innocence to knowledge
And all in between
All that's left to be seen
Through eyes as we grow
Living life and all it holds
From the scrape of a knee
To rejection in the school of snobbery
Each has its place
In the order of things.
Each penetrates and tolls a bell a ring
For all those who have been through
Sorrow and more
Happiness comes by way of the door
To freedom and expression of thoughts
To be able to tell what is true and what is not
Bicycles stolen, hearts broken, fun at the zoo
All have impression they leave on me and you.
We take what is dealt and then deal what we will
Of what we have learned
And
Discerned from each bitter pill
From illness and vitamins and drugs of our time
All have their purpose of a different kind,
A beginning and ending of Nursery Rhymes
That holds to us fast in memories of long and of near
Bringing us sadness and bringing us fear
However, the best of all that remains is the joy
That comes from living a life fully employed
With learning and giving and being yourself
Nothing to hide with dust on a shelf.
Kathy Lockhart
8/30/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-08-31 at 01:37
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