The Masters Play

As the sun rises at 7 AM on a clear morning day:

I am reminded of the days when life was but a rhyme.

To have and to hold all our dreams at a single time

When cares of health and wealth were no more

Like sand they were washed away on the shore

Days of sparkling glitter and shiny gold

Forever ours to have and to hold

You see the world today and it is in tatters

So much hate and confusion the mind scatters

I see a world today with faith were it matters

I look to the Heavens and don’t ever ask why

You look to sky and it makes you cry

My tears are shed in private solitude

Rather than with the foolish multitude

Today you see is the best day to be

For another may not be given to see

Then what will you do? Cry to the moon?

Live your life like a flower in bloom

Be strong in faith and do not be misguided

For with the Lord you will one day be sided

This is what to live for and all else will fade

Just as a tree with no leaves still gives shade

So shall your life be, do not have misgivings

Treat every day like its Thanksgiving

For one day soon we will all have a part...in the Masters play.