Once more I'm writing my poem
A poem that's worth something or nothing at all
Would it get published; does it have a rhythm or tone?
Who cares? After all, it's just for me and mine alone.

My poem carries the thoughts that come
from my restless consciousness
Thoughts are formless and begging to be molded
or else they take flight and are gone no more.

What a joy seeing these thoughts becoming visible
Quickly coming to mind some fleeting moments and
memories that can easily be lost by the speed of our time
Time is gold, so write your own poem without a rhyme at all.

I'm penning this little poem early in the morning
right on the bus where most people seem visibly not moving
They look harassed, stressed out what a sad kind of living
Then, silently I pause and wish them more of life's blessings

Write your poem as you reflect and mediate
Ask questions, either big or small: who am I?
What's the meaning of life? Whereto should I
go when I die? Can I draw close to my Creator?

Why is life's success not giving us peace?
As happiness eludes us, worries instead are at our doorsteps?
Finding ones life's contentment is everybody's guess.
But one need not gaze any further for the answers are here.

Draw close to Jehovah God, our Creator while there is still time
Like a thief in the night, His Day will come surprising everyone
Let's read His Holy Writings and change our ways now
It's now or never, for tomorrow might be late for some.