A MOMENT IN TIME

A MOMENT IN TIME

I was born on a Friday morning or so the story goes.

Daddy gave out cigars and gave momma a rose.

All things were good, or so I was told, the first four years were fine.

Then momma went her way and daddy went his, I had them together for a moment in time.

The sun comes up, the sun goes down and the world keeps spinning around.

Life carries on like a carnival and time passes without making a sound.

Seasons come and seasons go as there are valleys to cross and mountains to climb.

Every breath that we take, everything that we do for love’s sake, are all just moments in time.

Our memories define who we are, that’s all I’m trying to say.

But as time passes by our memories fade away.

Day by day things are drifting so far away and nothing seems to rhyme.

I try to find more of who I am by searching for a moment in time.

To make a long story short, things got rough and things got bad,

Momma left daddy and everybody got sad.

A lot of things changed for me that really blew my mind.

Now I look back and it was all just a moment in time.

My mother, my sister and I, moved around a lot; by plane by car and sometimes by bus.

No matter where we were mom was always there for us.

We didn’t have a lot, but we did have some good times even though life wasn’t so kind.

Time moves on and now she’s gone, but she will always be with me in a moment in time.

Later in life I found my dad, or he found me.

We got to spend some time together and that’s the key.

Sometimes we think the way life has treated us is really a crime.

All we can do is take what good life does give us and enjoy a moment in time.

Now my love, I have my moments and you have yours.

I’ll take you through the shortcut and skip the grand tour.

Your moments and my moments have crossed and that’s just fine.

Baby I'm glad we came together to share a moment in time.

So here we are, living under the moon and sun.

Day by day we live our lives and then it’s done.

When it’s over we are put six feet under in a box made of pine.

Some may be sad and some may cry, but as time goes by we will only be a moment in time.

STANLEY HENDRIX

8/21/2011

 My book of poems "DEEP DARK SECRETS" is available online at WWW.PUBLISHAMERICA.COM, WWW.BOOKSAMILLION.COM, WWW.BARNESANDNOBLE.COM, WWW.AMAZON.COM,and WWW.BORDERS.COM

WOUNDED SOUL

WOUNDED SOUL

There’s a time when it all begins, we live, we love, and we sin.

We try to find the perfect match for our souls before it’s time for it all to end.

Time goes by as searching for love is our goal.

Searching for true love can make you vulnerable and leave you with a wounded soul.

We close our eyes and dream of the perfect love as we travel through our sleep.

We dream of finding the ying to our yang and a love we can keep.

We dream of someone that will try to get to know us and take it real slow.

We dream of someone that will hold us tight and never let us go.

We search for love with our hearts and not with our minds.

We hear what we want to hear and see what we are trying to find.

What we see is a cute little fuzzy wuzzy when we’re really looking at a troll.

Before you know it, the creature breaks your heart and leaves you with a wounded soul.

There are times when things don’t work out and there’s no one to blame.

We decide to go our separate ways, but it hurts just the same.

Right is right and wrong is wrong and you can be right to the end.

But when the one you love goes away, being right doesn’t mean you win.

We put everything into our love, and then one day we try to sing our song.

But everything is out of tune and the melody is all wrong.

When we love it’s all or nothing at all because that’s the way we roll.

Then one day someone steals your love and runs away, leaving you with a wounded soul.  

Sometimes we find someone that says they are looking for love, but they are just users.

We give them our hearts and they tear us apart because we fell in love with an abuser.

There are those that will always look for a weakness because they are a bad seed.

They will show you love then cut your heart out and leave your soul to bleed.

Some say it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.

On the mountain of love maybe you shouldn’t climb so high if you always seem to fall.

Over the years as love comes and love goes it can really take its toll.

I know this first hand because many times I’ve had a wounded soul.

Time heals everything or so some may say.

But for the broken hearted, the last thing they want to do is play.

Take this from someone that knows because this really fits like a glove.

The best medicine for a wounded soul . . . is love.

Stanley Hendrix

8/4/2011

My book of poems "DEEP DARK SECRETS" is available online at WWW.PUBLISHAMERICA.COM, WWW.BOOKSAMILLION.COM, WWW.BARNESANDNOBLE.COM, WWW.AMAZON.COM,and WWW.BORDERS.COM