As I inspect my surroundings, I can only wonder if I have been blind most of my life and I am just now beginning to see.Maybe, just maybe I am finally seeing what everyone else has been seeing all along.Still, regardless of how I came to this particular moment in my life the only thing I can say is, I have taken notes as I walked the many miles that have filled my days.My documentation and notes are in the form of poems, I do understand that not everyone enjoys a good poem as much as the writer of poetry would, still I do ask that you give them a look, you may discover something new about yourself.
Value for Me
I review my life, looking for things I can be thankful for, But do I remember it all, or are there things I chose to ignore? What is the measure and scale applied to my life, As I grade each second of joy or a minute of strife; Are my memories just events, which only have value for me? Or are they on a much grander scale, that all can see.
Long ago, I was a small baby protected in my mother's arms, Waiting to grow up and be a victim to the world's many charms; Each day I learned something new as I explored my world, And many of my thoughtless undertakings, placed me in mortal peril; Yet grow I did, one day at a time, one moment by slow moment, Bringing me to this day, searching for meaning and contentment.
If I were to give thanks, what would it be for? And if I were to say I am sorry, to those I happened to ignore; Would it set the world right, by recognizing another's wrong? Or strengthen the backs of those, who wish they were strong? If I were to give credit, would it make everything right? Would voicing my thanksgiving, remove another’s burdens and plight?
I traveled my life's path, knowing the meaning of what it was to live, And maybe when I met other people, I had something to give; And possibility in the exchange of ideas, I found something just for me, To enjoy a moment of laughter and the feeling of being free; Learning what was given to me, could easily be given to another, Knowing, no matter who they were, all are sisters and brothers.
So, as I sit here contemplating my actions of yesterday, It becomes apparent, that there is no right or wrong way; There are only circumstances which influence which way we turn, And each is just little bit different, forcing us to learn; So I can be thankful, that you met me and I in turn met you, With life, allowing each of us to have a different point view.
All poems, thoughts and ideas that appear in this compilation of poems are the sole works and property of Ron Wicker, any copying and/or use of any material found in this book must be approved by Ron Wicker.Email address – [email protected]
Well, let me begin, I have looked around and read many books; many books seemed to have a preface or at least a need for an opening statement.So not wanting to seem strange in this area, and of course it is not that this compilation of my poems needs a preface, but to keep within that concept of what is expected, I will include my own preface –
Preface for a Book
A preface for a book would for some, seem to be a necessary tool, Some are written with genius, while others the scribbling of a fool, Sadly I fall in neither camp, as I labored to pen each line, Always striving to find just the right word, suggesting a hint of a rhyme. My reason for writing each poem may seem quite vague, passing one by, To be forced on another like medicine, so wrongly mistaken as an alibi, This is for some a collection of poems, yet for me, a trip in time, Some are from the depth of despair, and the joy I found, in the climb. Yet each is a moment from my life, that has been troubling my mind, Written to be read and enjoyed, but it isn't necessary for you to be kind, Many questions I have posed and asked, with assorted observations made, Always in search of an answer, that for me, never seems to make the grade. Still, in this form it is always there for the reader to enjoy and savor, Prepared and served as a tantalizing dish, with a succulent hidden flavor, I only ask that you read each serving of word similarities and vague rhymes, In cadence it marches across the page, in footfalls, line-by-line. The writings in a book, is a one sided dialogue at its best.
This is a compilation of all four of the separate books previously published in separate sections under this title name, and it includes all my poems published under the subtitles - Observations in Life, Parts 1 & 2; Relationships & Romance; and Loss & Farewell. These are poems I have written through the years as I made my way through life.
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