Love goes, on and on...

July poetry number twelve...

Love goes, on and on...

1- The poet's wisp. Maybe lies, maybe true.

He told the night. Life is a game of truth and dare.

Do we play or not?

Sometimes the truth is worst than a lie.

With the dare, accepted.

Maybe a secret can stay a secret?

2- Do we follow our father's sin?

Or do we create our own sins?

Today I looked into a mirror and

I saw my father's eyes.

When I speak. I hear my father's voice.

I had my father's anger and 

I try to keep at-bay.

I try to keep a hopeful face for my grandchildren.

Like my father, I had learn to accept less.

Give more.

3- Love goes on and on when my sweet love is near.

She bless me her kindness and 

her eyes of love.

Teaches me, love is alive and wonderful.

She is what make, once sleeping man.

Arise each day and reach for more.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I like the thoughts you share Coyote. We create our own sin and are responsible for what we do and our own actions. We aren't responsible for what others do. We can inherit traits from our parents. It is up to us what we do with those too. If we have anger in us, we can learn to temper it. Hope you are enjoying your grandchildren and the summer days. Always good to visit your pages.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Chris for reading and the comment. Thank you Army for teaching to control my anger. I appreciate the comment.