Another thought-provoking poem about what happens when life catches up with you. |
Pure. Its a pretty sounding word What do you think of when you hear it? (Don't worry, I won't think you're absurd) Do you think of angels? Majestic with their 20 foot wings? Or snow, icy glacier lakes, those kinds of things? Or maybe a person, so pleasant and kind? Is polite and seems to have nothing unclean or troubling on their mind? They may have eyes like a clear ocean, eyelashes curled That glitter in the light, reflecting the world They may have flowing, blonde hair that shines in the light Skin like delicate porcelain, easily seen at night How do you think their thoughts are spun? You never know, thoughts often have the power to stun Its very intricate, the way I speak, I know But the mind of the pure has a lot to show For the world today isn't very kind And if you're not careful, you'll soon find That your soul has been corrupted, beginning to unravel And sooner than later, you'll be face first in the gravel Alone and unclean, theres no chance for you To be honest, really, theres not much you can do Now, the ones I spoke of before? Now those are tough guys! Stumbling not from the right path, nor averting their eyes They have few regrets, for they haven't seen or done much For they shield themselves from the world, seem unexposed and such Though you may live a life of material and pride They live a life of peace and forgiveness, casting no one aside You can criticize their way of daily life and look down on them I mean, who wouldn't want to live your lifestyle of mayhem? You're the better one, there is obviously no contest For you live the guiltless life, that makes you the best But when the time comes, and He counts up your sin Will you be going through the gates, or be on the outside looking in? |