While the drops come down as rain,
battles are fought in vain.

The earth soaks up all the dew,
for a blade of grass to break through.

Like a frog in a lotus-less pond,
trying to get out until it drowned.

Peace and love are sought by a few,
drugs everyone seems to abuse.

Peace is here, there's nothing to worry.
For now, lets get back to counting our money!

I have been broken,
bit by bit.

Stuck here,
the deep pit

Time to leave
time to go

All alone,
where shall I go,

Spoken the words,
yet again

Those same words,
the same blame

Yet I hope,
this candle lasts.

Its burning,
its burning fast.

Then again,
darkness shall reign.

or will the sunlight,
shed light.

On the same,
trampled path again.

For the body,
you loose your soul.

For the lust,
you loose her trust,

With trust gone,
you will welcome pain,

Lost trust,
is hard to regain.

Put yourself in her shoes,
What will she go through.

You may lie to me,
you may lie to her.

But a lie to yourself,
far worse its something to fear.

With who would you grow old,
pick and choose,

Don't discount the things,
shes done for you.

Mind over body,
Look at your soul.

My friend choose the path,
that nurtures your soul.

You don't have to go dad,
while they are all here.

Every few months dad,
why do you disappear?

Her dad comes to the park,
her mother too is here.

But why do you have to go,
while the others are here.

You send me gifts dad,
but it doesn't stop the tears.

Every time you walk away dad,
it builds up a certain fear.

Will you come home dad?
I really miss you my dear.

This is a poem I wrote for my Godchild to her Father who works away from home. I early thought of the title as I do it for the money :)

A father said to his son,
at a traffic light a beggar I beckoned,

A packet of chips I gave him,
the sandwich I kept for you!

Ungrateful was he,
he even asked me for money...

Thought the son to himself,
how can my father be this way?

Can anyone kill their hunger,
with a packet of chips?

No rice and no curry,
is it not something to worry.

The sons ego grows,
so sharp is he, momentarily.

But at the traffic light he gives,
the beggar a rupee or two.

A good deed perhaps,
but not enough to buy a meal.

The smartest of them all,
the beggar in his hall.

No nine to five,
nothing at all to do.

Smoking his ganja,
has not a worry.

every day hes saving,
small sums of money.

free food and water,
a two four room house,

stashing his money,
seems like hes fooling everybody!

One month has passed,
how time flies!

Nothing has changed,
between you and I.

But when I go down,
theres no smiling face.

There is no love,
nor a warm embrace.

No cups of tea,
no questions or repetition.

No proud recital,
of certificates long gone.

No watches wound,
since your gone.

I cherish every moment,
I spent with thee.

Songs you sang,
the french you taught me.

Thank you Grandpa,
for what you did for me.

My Grand father passed away a month ago, November 17th 2008, he had Alzhimers and Prostrate Cancer, he lived for 30 years on a single kidney. The most important lesson he taught me was, to smile. He smiled till he breathed his last.

Run around,
no matter where.

Pressing buttons,
without a care.

A smile each visit,
hugged a loving goodbye.

Tiny hands with a mighty touch,
their curious minds, open to stimuli.

Bundles of energy,
loving each new day.

Fascinated by nature,
every ready to play.

Have we grown up,
or have we decayed.

Running for gold,
the moments slip away.

Moment after moment,
day after day.

So late its got,
then we fade away.