I'll Accept

 

I'll Accept

 

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

Poet

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.