(Philosophy/Poem) Explain Your Self

Explain Your Self

 

Just who do we really think we are

If a stranger asked our spouse about us

What is it do we think they would really say

Would they paint the stranger a happy picture

Or, would they vent and spit venom at our name

 

Our Children, do you think they ever really knew us

Ever wonder what our kids and theirs think about us

Do you think about if they know you really do love them

Our childhood, how did we really manage to survive it

What have we done for those we can say we really love

 

So many failures, so many things I wish I could change

Were you are a child just trying to learn to stay out of the way

If you were never taught reality, how can one manage to find it

We hopefully can reach old age if we can live long enough to enjoy it

An Old Wise Man told me this just a few days before he passed away

When we finally learn our self, its time to give our Soul back to God

 

(Philosophy Humor/Poem) So,This Is Life

So, This Is Life

 

When I find myself in disfavor of riches and of the ladies smiles

I find myself alone cursing and weeping from this darkened state

My pain, my pain, why does Heaven hide from my tear filled eyes

When looking upon my life, I curse the bloody things I’ve done

 

 

Wanting myself to be like those who never worked, yet lined with gold

Coveting life like them with toes in the sand beating their chests like Tarzan

Why do we humans yearn for this friends looks and that one’s fame

If all wishes granted, what would we enjoy the most, and what the least

When in such thoughts I find it is myself the most that I am so displeased

 

 

Hopefully Lord I pray to Thee, rescue me Lord, for truly I hate my mistakes

I spent my years like an ignorant fool, with no guarantee of the next sun rising

From breathing air, to the cold grave, now hearing hymns at Heavens Gate

From this state I have lived in, Lord do I really wish to see Thy Holy Face

But then I awake and I do see the beauty of the morning sun rising once again

Aw but a dream, but wait, my boots to my beard, they are thoroughly singed

(Philosophy Humor/Poem) So,This Is Life

So, This Is Life

 

When I find myself in disfavor of riches and of the ladies smiles

I find myself alone cursing and weeping from this darkened state

My pain, my pain, why does Heaven hide from my tear filled eyes

When looking upon my life, I curse the bloody things I’ve done

 

 

Wanting myself to be like those who never worked, yet lined with gold

Coveting life like them with toes in the sand beating their chests like Tarzan

Why do we humans yearn for this friends looks and that one’s fame

If all wishes granted, what would we enjoy the most, and what the least

When in such thoughts I find it is myself the most that I am so displeased

 

 

Hopefully Lord I pray to Thee, rescue me Lord, for truly I hate my mistakes

I spent my years like an ignorant fool, with no guarantee of the next sun rising

From breathing air, to the cold grave, now hearing hymns at Heavens Gate

From this state I have lived in, Lord do I really wish to see Thy Holy Face

But then I awake and I do see the beauty of the morning sun rising once again

Aw but a dream, but wait, my boots to my beard, they are thoroughly singed