Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
THE END OF SUFFERING
And so I wonder, what will come,
When time is done, And all that exist is gone.
Will it all fade away, or start a new day?
Is time eternal, and the beginning the end?
We ponder in thought, music calms the spirit,
And leaves avenues open, for quiet meditation.
How many thoughts, are kept within,
Passed on in a linage that never ends.
A history of time, recorded within,
And yet no solution, or place to begin.
The nuclear geniuses, of the age to come;
What will they seek, Before there end?
To live in fear, of life being short.
And yet it's forever, in the mind of a child.
But then the child grows, and it all gets to short.
A life of accomplishments, is the thing that counts.
But why all the fuss, to make a mark.
Is money the root of all evil,
And we're just not that smart?
I think maybe it's true, we're all lost in a haze.
And mammon is a wonder, which drives us to our grave.
For who would seek accomplishments,
If it was all just for free.
Would we care about tomorrow, or think about the day.
I don't think tomorrow, will bring anything but pain.
But we'll think about it somberly,
And find a quaint escape.
But what about the glory, for giving from the heart.
Must it make someone prosper, Or can it be a thought?
A thought of love and compassion,
That makes a person smile.
Or a child that dreams, of being sweet,
And making their parent proud.
I think a thought is worth much more,
Than a dollar ever bought. It feeds the poor,
and heals the sick, And gives love, and so much more.
It has been said, It's the thought that counts,
But seldom do we pay much heed.
Save when a gift is inappropriate,
And we need a way to concede.
But if a thought can last,
A thousand years or more,
From a hope that's deep within;
Then the ones who suffered, so long ago,
Still hope for the end to come.