Through Deaths DoorI am driving to a destination in protest.My thoughts are at war.The man I admire is no more.At time past a home full of memories I adore.Now I enter where the decaying and dying are stored.This place I fearThere he lay.Once a man I could not out due in industry and vitality.He was a master at his craft.Now he is fed by tube and rotated regularly.His body is twisted and nearly gone.His dignity has fled I supposed.As if he knew.He said don't worry about me.I leave having "fought the good fight".It is your life that still weighs in the balance.At that moment came the meaning before unseen.My hero came back to me
A Father and his DaughterRushed I arrive and pay my few dollars.The grip of work looms in my mind.The lights are bright and the space wide.Number five's glance lets me know why.All eyes watching together.Voices rise and fall as the buzzer performs.I soon become immersed in the fight.Whistles blaring, shoes squeaking.Her body learns submission.Her spirit finding its flight.She takes the leather ball up to the hoop.Bodies collide.Battle scares mount.Her aspirations never dim.Such games prepare her for the struggles within.A father leaves this night proud and full of insight.
Beneath the ExpanseIt's a quiet mountain night.Stars shine bright.I am but a speck upon this orb.Eyes fixed up.The question comes that can't be ignored.Was I born to be servant or king?Certainly life is worth the bother.Nor am I an insignificant thing.For I have learned to call him Father.
Sta.sh
