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At Night (A Poem)

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I sit and I ponder – what should I write?

What would possibly stimulate old and new readers alike?

A story, an essay, or an interview might…

These are the thoughts that I have at night.

 

The inspiration flows from the mental state,

To all who are hoping, and praying, and screaming,

To those who have dreamed many dreams in their wake,

And those who have seen but have trouble believing.

 

Far lands do exist, far places are near,

In the words that our forefathers’ parents do bear,

From coast, to shore, to hills, valleys and more,

Many words that will come to all who have ears to hear.

 

My message is this, I hope that you get it,

This life, it is yours to live – you must set it.

Your dream is your child – you can beget it.

The promises you’ve made, you best not forget it.

 

This is how random my brainwaves do flow,

And this is the truth, I daresay,

A personal practice my soul doth prefer

Is to write an article each day;

But when service cut, and I went interrupted,

No article greeted the morning breeze’s sway.

I pondered on letting the hours pass by

But at night-time my soul would not lead me astray.

So here I am writing, in hopes that you read

These words that do come from a workaholic’s need

To feel as accomplished as he might conceive

In hopes that there’s something he just might achieve.

 

I write too, because I know there are many

Who are not fast asleep when the clock strikes twelve,

They toss and they turn, stay up, research, learn,

And imagine the things for which their souls yearn.

Maybe they feel pain, maybe they feel pride,

Maybe they feel joy, or they’re dying inside,

This one is for you, o lovers of night,

May your cup “runneth over” and your future be bright.

 

I want you to see that your time is allotted.

The answers in life, they cannot be swatted.

Experience is key to living and learning,

Protect what you value, be careful when burning,

Have faith when it’s low, be grateful when high,

Be open to blessings that fall from the sky,

And till your own soil as much as you can

To reap what you sow when the harvest is nigh.

 

Do not think I ramble, for so I do think,

Forever and ever, with hardly a peep

Of silence and empty voidness inbetween,

I have been this way since I was a teen.

 

 

At best, you may just need to summarize,

When sleep is gone far from your tired eyes,

Let no evil harm thee, no devil in disguise,

May your aim be sure as you shoot for the prize,

 

And just an aside, I do think it’s cool

If you’re someone too who does like the moon.

The glow that it gives will soften and heal,

Even when we don’t see it, it still gives us zeal.

 

I sit and I ponder – what should I write?

What would possibly stimulate old and new readers alike?

A story, an essay, or an interview might…

These are the thoughts that I have at night.

 

Blessings in abundance!

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