What is it all , when all is told /
This constant striving for fame or gold /
The fleeting joys , the bitter tears /
We are only here a few short years /
Nothing our own, but the silent past /
Loving or hating nothing can last /
What is it all , but a passing trough /
A cross for me , and a cross for you /
Ours seems heavy , while others seem light /
But God in the end makes all things right /
He tempers the wind with such loving care /
He knows the burdens all can bear /
Then he changes life's gray into heavenly gold /
AH , that is all ,When all is told /
This is in my fathers folder , unsigned , must of meant something to you, kind of describes our life my dear dad .... so for you too
love your son
jimmy
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About Me
- Jimmy J.
- Poetry, what is it? A poet what is that? I doubt its me ! To me poetry is a word description of life. No matter a good or bad life only the truth of life. A poet can only truly describe a life he lives or has lived. One can not write about drug addiction, gangs, violence, and despair if he or she has not dwelled there. I write things I feel because I have been there, done that and know what many people feel because I feel it. What effects the young today effected the old yesterday. Nothing really has changed when it comes to poverty. I write about black and white issues because I feel neither black nor white, because I refuse to wear color of skin. I write about the young because I never grew up. I write about the old because the years added up.
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