What's This Life For

What's This Life For

A Poem by Mike

On this day I see clearly all fate's come to life, a better place amongst broken dreams, not a chance to chase a dream and no chance to feel alive, feeling lost giving up the search for apart of me gone,

I have longed for what could have been, I missed out on time to say goodbye, I missed out on time to say see you later, I have longed for what I might have said,

What's this life for if not to live for now,
What's this life for when regrets come,
What's this life for when pain bleeds,
What's this life for when tears burn skin,

When every generation blames the one before, all of the frustration brings the beating on the doors, like old crumpled papers lessons lost, it will all make sense one day amongst the confusion,

Its too late when we die to admit seeing eye to eye, so open up the gateway's to the past and present, keeping the memories fresh is what helps us see tomorrows light, not being there at your passing fills me with regret,

What's this life for when its never clear,
What's this life for when its too late,
What's this life for when we don't say it loud, What's this life for when sleep is so hard to come by,

All the while I keep wishing you were here, next to me just feels like empty spaces, sometimes life doesn't make any sense to me, I need time to heal and space to breath,

When I lay down sometimes I wonder why, I thank God for you and the memories, I still wish you were here now, for the smiles ... For the Advice ... Even just for the silence,

Trying to fill that void is so hard to do,
So many good times spent, when you grew your beard down to your chest, when I helped you to keep tradition going with your wine, being there to show me what hard work is really about,

That stubbornness you always had I am sure has become mine to, that hard rock mentality my reality, the never give up attitude that I live by ... yours, the old stories that you told that made me laugh,

Just peeking into your soul and realizing naughtiness runs in the family, the good old days of sitting at the corner grocer, the attention you used to give your pot plant collection priceless,

What's this life for if not for memories,
What's this life for if not for hope,
What's this life for but to make new stories, What's this life for but to celebrate life,

Dedicated to My Avo ..... Grandfather !

A sua estrela sempre vai brilhar no céu
(His star will shine forever in heaven)

Eu te amo e vamos nos encontrar novamente algum dia

(I love you and we will meet again someday)

Ciao ... Adeus por enquanto

© 2012 Mike


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Added on September 11, 2012
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Mike
Mike

South Africa



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