I often reach for what I think is
Only to find out in my youthfull folly
It's not what it appeared to be
As if to catch the smoke
So I can earn to call it my own
I often wonder if all I see were mine
Only to find out no true meaning
There will always be something more
As if to catch real joy
So I can be at peace with my own
I often come to a place to see
Only what will last forever is for me
Nothing in this life will ever fulfill
As if to know true value
So I can be counted worthy to earn it
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.