Every
year life dishes us our highs and lows, successes and failures, fun times and
sad times. In no time (or so it often seems) another year will be stretching ahead from Day One. We
can but promise ourselves and each other to do our best to make sure it is a
better, kinder year...
As for
making dreams come true (don’t we all have them?) it has been my experience, on
the more promising occasions to which life has treated me now and then, that we
may be pleasantly surprised how close we can get just by trying.
The great
thing about Sandmen is that they never discriminate; we can
be rich or poor, gay or straight, super fit or severely disabled, from any
country in the world...whatever...and they don't prejudge us for any of that, just as it should be
among human beings…
Me? Oh,
I’m just one among millions of dreamers out there who hold the world as it could, would, and should be in the palms of our hands. [Slippery things, though, dreams, like good intentions...]
This poem is a villanelle.
SEEING RED or HUMAN NATURE, PARTS FOUND WANTING
A few
dreams down, more ahead,
(but haven’t we all been here before?)
humanity (yet again) left seeing red
Integrity
as unevenly spread
as ever
across the world’s political floor;
a few
dreams down, more ahead;
Mutual
respect so thinly spread
among
this world’s religions’ harder core;
humanity (yet again) left seeing red
Nations’
survivors bury their dead,
the
injured left knocking at Heaven’s door;
a few
dreams down, more ahead;
A better world,
our forefathers said,
that’s
what our blood and tears are shed for;
humanity (yet again) left seeing red
A kinder
world would bow its head,
seeing
fair Progress farmed out for a whore;
a few
dreams down, more ahead;
humanity (yet again) left seeing red
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2012