No request was made on my part
To come by here, this way from the start
This home I've known, such a life I've owned
The status given to me so much still unknown
This largest organ of melanin I'm in
Texture of hair given to wear, it's no sin
May have none at all, on this cute ball
In stature may be short, or just even tall
The future like all born, ever yet to be known
The harvest I reap, results of a life I've sown
The life given to me, prayerfully given a shot
At the end of the road, at a place well known, I'll have a spot
A Failing frame grope in the darkness of life
A light break through ideations of strife
When the keepers of the gate dare to fall out
Incoherent mutterings, not knowing what they're about
The questions of life so many more
Answers so few, to questions asked before
Promises made will not always be kept
When relied on, I'll not live to have regrets
What I do with this short space in time
Choices made each day; I'll own as mine
A wisdom greater than all I can change
Serenity comes in knowing, in courage my life will be changed
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.