Write your own poem

By Willie Jose

 Once more I’m writing my poem

A poem that’s worth something or nothing at all

Will it get published; does it have a measure, rhythm or tone?

Who cares? After all, it’s for me and mine alone.

 My poem carries the thoughts that come

  from my restless consciousness 

Thoughts that are formless but begging

 to be dressed up or else they take flight and  gone no more.

What a joy to see them becoming visible to my eyes

Quickly coming to mind some fleeting moments and 

memories that can easily be lost by the speed of our time

Time is gold, so write your own poem even without a rhyme

I’m penning this little poem early in the morning

 right on the bus where most people seem visibly not moving

They look harassed, stressed out— what a sad kind of living

Then, silently I pause and wish them more  of life’s blessings

 Write your poem as you reflect and mediate

Ask questions, either big or small: who am I?

What’s the meaning of life? Whereto should I

go when I die? Can I draw close to my Creator?

Why is life's success  not giving us peace?

As  happiness eludes us, why worries and anxieties instead? 

Where  to find life’s contentment is everybody's  guess.

Well, one need not gaze any further--the answers are just around the corner.

Draw close to Jehovah God, our Creator while there is still time

Like   a thief   in the night, His Day will come surprising everyone

 Let’s read His Holy Writings and change our lifestyle now

It’s now or never, for tomorrow might not come