Old Poetry

Here's a poem that I recently dug up from last year. It was a class assignment - one of many poems that had to follow specific rhyme schemes and formats... but still with enough creative liberty to come up with some good stuff. I wrote this one in December, only a few weeks after my dad suffered a stroke - it was a very minor one, but still with its consequences. Throughout this summer, many things have happened that have brought new meaning to this poem. Enjoy!

We Should Be Glad For What We Have

Why do we always wish for more?
A life is such a precious thing,
We never know what is in store,
But joy and happiness it brings,
We should be glad for what we have,
For, once it’s gone, it can’t come back.

Why do we always wish for more?
Because a life is so divine –
The heart will fly, the spirit, soar,
And overhead, the sun will shine,
Be careful with the life you have,
For, once it’s gone, it can’t come back.

Oh, Never shall we wish for more!
For we’ve been blessed to live our lives
Go ahead, through the open door;
Life’s music plays, it sings and sighs,
Appreciate life’s warm embrace,
No thing can ever take its place.