March 16, 2012
Will I be Strong Like You...
Will I be strong like you, when the day grows old?
When faced with sadness and regrets, twofold,
When it’s too much to carry, this cross, my burden,
And when I hope and look for the end, for freedom.
Will I be strong like you when my time comes near,
Steady and smiling, with nothing ever to fear.
With a head thrown backwards in confidence and pride,
When the bell tolls; when I near the end of this ride.
Will I leave like you, with not a hint or whisper,
With my love holding onto me, quiet and tender,
Having given as much to the world as I ever could,
Having done all my duties, as I always should.
Will I be peaceable like you when hardships come by,
When everyone around me never love, and just lie,
And patience is something short and hard to reach,
When I have so many around me to love and teach.
Will I endeavor like you, even when I know that I’m no good,
And I’m supposed to do something, as a duty, because I should,
When I know they’re all laughing at my incompetence and fear,
Will I hold my head high and grit my teeth and endeavor?
Will I ever be like you, when all gaps you left remain unfilled,
When they look to me to fight and glare when I fail, am unskilled,
Will they hate me for not filling in your big shoes,
They with all their different colours and hues.
Will I have the strength to stumble where you fought on,
Will I fail when the battle simply gets drawn on,
And will I do it the way you would have wanted me to,
Will I ever aim and shoot the arrow true?
I wonder, when the time comes, what I will be,
When the world takes from me it’s ungracious fee.
All I know is that I wish I could do it all,
With you holding my hand, so I would never fall.
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