Poem: Sense

Impart to me
Whoever’s listening out there
Strength and wisdom
To face this day
And since there may
Very well be nobody listening
I’ll reassess everything
While in the morning on my bed I lay

If no one out there is going to help me
And I’m wary of my own
Self-help ability
Then . . .

I’ll reach out to
Family and friends
Seek out true wisdom
Wherever it may be discovered
I’ll look to the stars, the trees, the birds
The subject matter experts
Weighing their every single word

Lyrical I may wax
As I surmise on
Deep and shallow
Things of life
Musing on reality
My heart at peace
Or being torn apart
By strife

I will safeguard the past and present
As I fight for a better future
I will think of unborn generations
Their survival and
Music culture

Today I’m conscious
Tomorrow maybe not
Make hay while the sun shines
And make something else
When it’s all you got

Sense is reason
And it’s also feeling
Sense is me here today and hopefully tomorrow
It’s this fishing rod
I’m reeling

In your every waking moment
In your every conscious breath
Live fully as best you can
Cheating no one but
Sorrow and death

~ Gunnar Våken