Figuratively Speaking...

…FIGURATIVELY SPEAKING

…we don’t seem to care for the things which need caring for
…we can’t seem to understand the rewards of the soul
…when we do that which is minute and dour
…it tends to make us whole.

can we not villanize all that’s wrong…
and not accept the foul?...
resist to call the weakened strong…
which cause our peace to prowl?...

…in search of truth instead of lies
…to right the wicked wrong
…to cease the heartsick mother’s cries
…reverting them to song

do we dare protect the nefarious heart…
destined to kill, steal and destroy?…
too, must we turn our blinded part…
as despair replaces joy? …

…can we refuse rightful success?
…and, time, it marches forth
…toward the folds of staunch redress
…so each man receives his worth

seek time for patience…solitude…
abundance and increase…
assay life’s beckoning interlude…
where tears and dejection cease…

…we must care for the things which need caring for
…and understand the rewards of the soul
…when we do that which seems minute and dour
…it tends to make us whole.