Acts of Love Are Often Small

Poem 23

Acts of Joy Are Often Small

Acts of joy are often small,
The sweet scent of a flower;
The chrysalis that heard a call,
Some roses formed a bower.

Don't get me wrong, I love my life,
I hear the children holler.
Their shrieks of joy and laughter too,
So when was it I bothered?

Come on you know of what I speak,
The moment's come undone.
You chose to grow up late one day,
You chose to stop the fun.

There was no modern Peter Pan,
And Wendy grew up too.
But life's so short, it barely sees,
Those moments far and few.

Between the choices and the facts
I do believe I care,
Except for love and lots of fun,
Let's leave the cupboard bare.

We'll have it all, we'll love our work,
Our passions set us free,
We look around us every day
And know that we will be.

Empowered by the breath of life
Our ideals born anew,
To raise the planet with our hearts,
There's so much we can do.

I'm eager not to be the one,
Whose cynic deep inside,
Believes the crap his bosses sell,
As all his dreams had died.

Don't get me wrong, the car is fine,
The dough makes all the rules.
But all this time they've pulled their strings,
They've acted more like fools.

Instead like children they should run,
Around a great big field,
And roll like angels in the sand,
And make a brand new deal.

See every moment has its place,
And never shall you doubt,
Its value to your fellow man,
My God if we could shout.

I love you all, how can I help,
What is it you require?
How can I make your moment count,
Fulfill what you desire?

Can you imagine such a world
Where everybody chose,
To spend their moments lending hands
Without their will imposed.

We'd gather round the old Greek's chair,
And choose to see the space,
About which we will not despair,
But focus on the chase.

For someday we may work it out,
Our hands will touch our hearts,
We'll live the dreams that we profess,
A moment's when it starts.

10.07.13

Charles F Berman Jr