Successions of Sand

Just a poem, perhaps it will help

Successions of Sand

It’s okay, in fact, it’s a birth given and meant to be.
To better our lives, fulfill our wants and needs.
Try to succeed, and ultimately be free.

Be careful, focused but not short sighted on this journey
In crossing this line called greed.

It’s the defining point, a line drawn in the sand,
Where self preservation and suffering of another stand.

Take heed in this truth, not a belief, but a known fact.
The disposition of souls is determined by the act.

Not a religion with its concepts of Heaven or Hell.
But an alternative perception the unliving will tell.
Your transgressions and indiscretions witnessed and imposed.
Will now be your burden to shoulder and bar.
A life in past crimes is where you will dwell.

Conspiracies & schemes to deter the strong some will retort.
To decided, and do the act, is our right; let it be written.
It’s a joke this black hole and mysterious time warp.
It’s crap, and nonsense; a mere hill of beans.

Touché. But smiling faces with uncaring graces; be certain.
That the End, does indeed, justify the Means.

© Bird Richards 2005