Wednesday, 17 January 2018

Poetry Thursday 293 - Evidence

We are all on a journey and on that trip will touch others but what kind of a person are you?

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What shape a footprint

Looking back what prints are left,
what shape, how sharp, how deep?
When you’ve gone and the family’s wept,
what memories are generated in your sleep?

As a child were you sharp, angular,
or a softer more gentle breed?
Did you stamp, deep and regular,
or skip lightly, haphazardly in your need?

In working did you support and care,
or ride roughshod over others feelings?
Did you subscribe to the need to be fair,
or bully and push through countless dealings?

Will your family remember you fondly,
will your friends stay true for long?
Or will your passing come more sweetly,
and the remaining emotion be less strong?

Can you see your footsteps in the distance,
is the path long and clear,
or has your journey been a random instance,
touching few and soon to disappear?
©David L Atkinson January 2018

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Masters of Lies

Come you masters of lies.
You that quote the wrong facts.
You that trick ordinary folk.
You that build your own nests.

You that hide behind walls.
You that hide behind desks.
I just want you to know
we can see through your masks.

You that never done nothing
but cheat and deceive.
You play with our world,
its yours you believe.

Have you put a stick in my hand?
You hide from my eyes.
Will you turn and run
when the people arise?
©David L Atkinson January 2018

God Bless