Footprints In A Field Of Dreams
Today’s post is duplicated on both my general and gay-interest blogs.
Many thanks to those readers who have been in touch with kind words about my latest YouTube video filmed in the Memorial Garden in London’s Grosvenor Square created in memory of the British victims of the 9/11 attacks. One lady has asked me to repeat the direct link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bF9KHwjC6zg
And if it doesn’t work, just go to my YouTube channel:
http://www.youtube.com/rogerNtaber
Meanwhile...
How many times, I wonder, do we ask ourselves why, oh, why do we bother and just what is it all for?
FOOTPRINTS IN A FIELD OF DREAMS
The world, it’s so big;
we, we’re so small,
and, oh, what’s the point
of it all?
The flowers, they grow
only to rise and fall,
and, oh, what’s the point
of it all?
Some people succeed
where others fail
though they try so hard
at it all;
others, they struggle on
at hardship’s call,
the most deserving among
us all
I look from my window
and feel so small
but, oh, that’s the point
of it all;
expanding its parameters,
walking tall,
and where doesn’t matter
at all
I’ve watched flowers die
where their petals fall
but, oh, that’s the point
of it all
It’s love peace and beauty,
though they be fragile
will see us win our wars
after all
Copyright R. N. Taber 2011
Labels: beauty, dreams, existence, failure, human nature, human spirit, humanity, imagination, inspiration, life, love, mind-body-spirit, nature, peace, personal space, poetry, spirituality, success, war survival
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