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Elusive Peace
Elusive Peace
I listened to the cresting waves
By reading from my books.
I visited the Pyramids
With words the road I took.
No solitude upon the rock
As spray washed o'er my face,
No quiet rest to lend its peace
To shore up and to brace.
My life was fraught with trouble sore
From birth until this day.
And as a child had little time
To sit alone and play.
What I desire as I look back,
Grows from unselfish thought.
I want a peaceful loving home,
With children's love unbought.
I want my sons to love in turn,
To grow into strong men.
I want the quiet warmth and joy
Of hearth and home my yen.
I'd like to lay me down to sleep
With no misgivings, pain.
And dream of what might come to pass
The joy my child might gain.
In solitude I've lived my life,
In solitude I'll die.
I've failed at all I sought to do.
Now sit I here and cry.
Jess...
A failure?
No way, you must be looking from the wrong perspective, that's all. You know, the ol' forrest for the trees thing. Step back far enough, you'll see all the successes and the small failures won't even show.
Very nice poem, as usual, Jess.
kat