| Jill's Song |
Author: Mubarakin
Date: 04-29-10 17:18

Rarely do I post my song lyrics as poetry for the simple reason that they seldom contain meat pies. I am aware that once in a while in order to maintain a certain level of respect amongst my peers that I must occasionally bend to the will of others and post less about meat pies and more of what I do for fun. Recently I went out to re-acquire a harp to go with the guitar and have started once again the process of learning anew what I once knew. Practice does not always make perfect, but it does tend to make "adequate". So, by request -
Jill’s Song
Some will say you lost your way, where did they think you’re going?
Then some will beg for you to stay and say it’s what you’re owing.
Others will simply look to you and hope you break your sorrow.
They’re here today in their own way, and they will be again tomorrow.
It’s never really what you’ve seen, but rather what you’re seeing.
Though you think it’s where this ends, it’s what you make of the beginning.
If you fall from on high and worry about your sorrow,
Wipe the dirt off of your knees and get up to face tomorrow.
When you find some one to love, you swallow them completely.
You hold them in your gentle care and whisper to them sweetly.
Leave the skies for the clouds above and the frozen face of heaven.
When the eighth line does not work, why not stop at seven?
Should you cry because your heart is filled to over flowing,
And people turn and ask you why; it’s because they are not knowing.
Even as you smile for them through your tears amid their laughter,
It is what goes on deep inside that they are searching after.
For your truth is not an absolute, and your faith is beyond reason.
Your laughter is just another song like the birds sing in their season.
All the rules that others make are the ropes that tie and bind you.
It’s only when they set you free that you will know they really loved you.
It does not matter, not at all, the gems and gold around you.
If you understand anything at all you’ll find that it confounds you.
When you go to take your leave it really does not matter,
Because if you worry about the worth, it will only make you sadder.
If sometimes you come to find your self alone and broken
And hear no words of comfort said, it is because they were not spoken.
Should you come to doubt your self and feel it’s not worth living.
Others have come to cherish you and all has been forgiven.
It’s never really what you’ve seen, but rather what you’re seeing.
Though you think it’s where this ends, it’s what you make of the beginning.
If you fall from on high and worry about your sorrow,
Wipe the dirt off of your knees and get up to face tomorrow.
I would like to ask, and encourage, others members of the site to feel free to post their poetry here, and to look at the Tenth Muse as another place to post their works. I have been reading the works posted here and enjoying the wit and wisdom of my poetic peers.
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