the blessing

bless by moaan

The blessing
The day we were born
Into paradise and hell
It is our own choosing

The years of beginning
Down the roads of many
Saying and praying for the days
And years into sunset

We must be grateful
Of our good fortunes
Of the roads to plenty
Into paradise own

Many have not kept diaries or journals
Days and years gone as it is
Living and procrastinating
Life is how one chooses to be

With Internet blogging
Events and thoughts can be written
Paperless can be private or published
It is up to the bloggers

Now millions are talking
Amongst the waves in space
In written words direct to
The engaging thoughts flow

So we must be grateful
Of the years and inventions
Spare a thought too
For those we can't make it
The homeless, the poor and destitute