Your father rests his head in hospital,
Milestones.
Your kids get married, grandkids come,
Milestones.
You walk through life and feel so driven,
Milestones.
You lived but left a few unturned, they were
Milestones.
And then, one day they put you down among the
Gravestones.
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I always knew
I would find youand love you.And it came trueperhaps againstall odds of reasonbut it came true.And every morn’I am a happy mansimply becauseI can wake upto you.Oh, that thingscould lastforever,and beyond.The daymust comewhen Godhimselfwill call youso that hecan have youthere, with himeach morningwhen he wakesagain.I don’t begrudgebecause I knowthe why of it,but not the when.Though…
Wer reitet so spaet duch Nacht und Wind?
Er traut seinem Pferd das nach Hause ihn bringtund der Klang von vier Hufen ins Ohre ihm dringt.Es ist schoen wenn ein Mensch einem Tier so vertrautund auf Leben und Tod seine Zukunft aufbaut.Denn nicht immer hat jeder die noetige Kraftdass allein er das taegliche Lebensspiel schafft.
And people paused to listen.
‘Breast Cancer claims so many lives,we’re looking for a cure,so help us find one, all we needis money, to be sure.’Yet, all the breasts and all the money,combined in efforts to defeatthis cruel cancer will not yield.But funds keep flowing in its name.The lady of this new appeal,herself a victim in remission,does roll her tongue…
Speeding, passing,
looking over…..Scheisse.Steamy sheets,calling her name,wrong one it was,oh what a shame……Scheisse.Caught in publicbelt malfunctioned,pants down vision……..Scheisse.Montezumagives you bugsgut-bless wonderswhat comes out……..Scheisse.In the barn,cow is calling,one wrong step……..ScheisseMany dogsin the parkrunning muchsitting some……..Scheisse.Too excitedteenage sexonly seconds………Scheisse.Word itselfgender-tiedfemale ‘die’……..Scheisse.
He was the first to graduate,
Male nurse he was,an oxymoron for the crowd,but he had stuck with all,had soon excelled and stunnedthe staff and the examiners.He woke each morning, before five,slipped in the starched and whitethen crowned it all by slinging onehis graduation gift, a bell type, tooacross his rigid shoulders, prideas well as practicality and need,it was the seal…
It squeaked each time it rocked,
the church had given him this chairto sit within embroidered cushionsand contemplate, that was the key.These days it seemed that all the weightof human misery had somehow droppedonto his shoulders, to be dealt deciding blows,and he had drawn from inner strengthsthe wherewithall, to be His adjutant on earth.Yet this was different now, the message cameout…