Poetry

(in answer to Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
 
There is nothing that can stop the sands of time
and although many lives may be sublime,
destiny and death leave marks on each day
while events occur without reason or rhyme.
 
If lives of great men are footprints in the sand
why is it then so very difficult to understand
that some leaders do lead men to disaster
although they do seem heroic and grand?
 
In our own kind of reality life is not what it seem,
as much like in a very strange kind of dream
things, circumstances and events are ever changing
and sometimes does not turnout as we do deem.
 
Even when we are achieving and pursuing,
events, words and acts may be our own undoing
while for justice we might forever wait,
without being able to do a single thing.
 
Yet in faith, if we do trust in God
even in havoc He is wherever we trod,
from the day of birth and celebration,
even beyond our funeral, the final sod.
 
[Reference: “A Psalm of Life” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.]