1974 for Herbert
Today is yours
I give it to you,
(I know it was God's
but my possessions are few.)
Trace the pattern
of today with your mind
Make it your own
and chaos you'll find.
Because man is nothing
but a whispered breeze
and all men will know it
when they fall to their knees,
Praying that the ground
will shake no more,
and that their hearts
won't break,
and their souls will soar,
Beyond the skies
Beyond this earth
And through new eyes
you'll see it was worth
all of the pain
it cost to remain
alive so long.
Yea, this is your poem,
your song,
your words from me,
And this is Life
the way I see.
