Days for weeping and rejoicing

This comes from a collection called "Poetic Journey's'.

DAYS FOR REJOICE AND WEEPING

 

 

 

The nomads rejoice when they see newly land,

 

The elder widow rejoice when she sees newly weds,

 

The new born cries because of future sorrow,

 

The peasant rejoice when he sees the rainy season,

 

The married couple are sad, because her sterile womb can't

produce,

 

The criminal is guilty of a crime he doesn't understand,

 

Low in spirit is the heart breaker for he has lost his touch.

 

The poor and the rich have embarked in a race, they both will greet in the end.

 

The days are long, the nights are short, life passes by and so does our dreams.

 

There are times, things we most hope on, comes and crushes the expectation of what could have been but isn't.

 

I look around to comprehend the seasons, each one brings a message, even the wind tells about the future.

 

I stared at the birds, to listen to their interpretations, they cry and weep, rejoice and reflect of what brings the next day.

 

At times what causes us to be or not to be, depends on how much thought you gave to the matter.

 

Give a day to reason, give a day to understanding, give a

day to patience, give a day to happiness, give a day to love, give a day to peace, and a day to rest,

so you may see the pain of labor, and the sorrow of ruins.

 

Sometimes I'm viewed as cruel, tasteless, cold, mechanical, misplaced, but inside of me, outflows of tears overcome me, because of what has become of this world.

 

 

BY: Ralph G Cloud

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