Life is a mystery novel, chapter after
Chapter, words painting every scene;
Leaving the mind filled with anticipation.
Each day viewed with the trusting mind
Of a child, innocence shades the memory,
Memories hide in the mind.
Can time change one’s past…No, and the
Future is unknown. Life is a sailing ship
Upon the waves of what is soon to be
Where dreams may be lost upon turbulent
Seas, disparagement rains unkindly upon the
Unaware. The guilty accepts no fault or
Responsibilities for a life that they may have
Brought fear and tears.
They do not have remorse, nor do they care.
Chapter after chapter, existence torn and
Ripped apart; the guilty never feel shame, nor
Show that they have a heart.
When one reaches the last chapter and the
End draws near, one’s mind returns to a
Childlike place, a place without tears and
Peace replaces the old fears.
No need to grieve that no one cared, no need
To be sad or try to bring back the good times in
Your yesterdays; the grieving will soon end and
One will no longer yearn for the love never there.
Now one’s heart beats alone and yet sometimes
Briefly filled with grief for those hearts that were
Long ago stilled.
Did sacrifice of the one-heart change how the
Guilty chose to live when the space they occupied
Is empty and the one-heart moved on; do the spirits
Of the guilty wander forever questioning where they
With the last page read and the book closed
Shut, the one-heart watch page-by- page, chapter-
By-chapter many lives unfold; and the one-heart is
Left to wonder if re-written would a new story be