head on a pillow

some days I wish not to rise

but then I think of those
who have neither a bed
or cove to rest their heads
and sleep

the day begins the sun rises

from the east
and the clouds will hover
trees will dance in the wind
birds will use them as fodder

today my head shall lift

give praise that my eyes
did open to witness a new day
I shall walk to find someone
to give a pillow away

smile

The day is well

 if there’s a smile

  before you’d walk a block

 now it’s a mile

 so when you walk away

you need not turn around

for your smile will last

 into another day

 

and like the art

     you’ve painted on your chest

the one next to your heart

your smile

is my very best

 

 

will it matter

throughout this

 

 

My existence

 

      I will have given much

 

 

o   received much

 

      I will have written

 

           words     

 

 

§  spoken well

 

 

mine eyes will have captured beauty

 

o   stolen many souls of trees

 

 birds, rivers and oceans

 

     maybe

     

o   my soul

 

 

                will have been received by those who love

 

§  much the way I did them

 

 

                                       and when my soul shall rise and shares


 the realm of all those who came before me

 

 

                   hopefully I will have mattered

 

 

and all this                                                  will not
 

 

§  have been for naught