In The Twilight Of My Life

by

Joe Fazio

With the perplexities of co-habitation,
I have chosen to live unto myself. Here,
in my island of peace, I gather the
flowers of the field found only in
the beauty of the written word. Like the
sparrow in the tree, and with modest needs,
I am free to fly at will.
Living unincumbered to the pretence that
dominates the world, life is enjoyed in
its purest intention.
__________________________________

Let my life be filled with the sights,
the songs of the earth, the joy
of existence, the comfort of a
gentle breeze...and you at my side
__________________________________

The passing of the sesons, years,
go by swiftly. When you pause to
reflect the seeds you have planted,
may all of your memories be those of
joy and sunshine.
____________________________________

Waste not your time or thoughts on
regret; for life is precious and
for many, there are more sunsets that
have past, then we will find ahead.
____________________________________

Life, is but a moment on the eternal
clock of time. Enjoy the moment.
____________________________________

Love offers the fruits of Heaven and
the fire of Hell. Depending on the
relationship.
____________________________________

Life, is like the coming and going
of an oceans tide. At each days end,
the tide, life, recedes and only a portion
returns the next day. Until finally, the
last of life recedes into a foggy mist,
that disappears into the light that
is hope.
____________________________________

Pretense, is the silent assassin of
friendship, hope and love.
_____________________________________

As women are full with their
unborn children, so it is that
I am filled with my unborn words.
As a mother who loves her child
that is yet to be seen, so to, do I
yearn for words which are unborn
and lie in darkness.
I say to myself, 'come to the light,
come forth from me, that I might
see you...so that I might see my
child that is born of thought.
__________________________________

Let me die in the knowledge, that
the life I have lived, was one of
worth and the seasons that have
past, were not wasted
__________________________________

Here in the twilight of my life, I dream
of the seeds I have planted and wish
there were more. I reflect on the
difference I've made and it was never
enough.
I could have done more. I should have
done more. Why did I not? Perhaps
the answers came late and the days grew
short...and then were not.
___________________________________

Contrary to the general belief, that
goodness produces love,
it is love that produces goodness.
___________________________________

When there is love in ones live, the
spirit soars, the sun shines brighter
and the sould is at peace.
___________________________________

God blesses us all.
However, here on earth
He blesses some more
than others.
____________________________________

Money and that which is materialistic
erodes with the passing of time;
while knowledge knows no season
of death.
_________________________________

One shall never discover greatness
on the road of imitation.
_________________________________

It has been said that mans home is his
kingdom. While that might be true on
earth, is it not possible that in Heaven
above, it is but a speck of sand
beneath the feet of God?
__________________________________

Charity for ulterior motives, is but a
selfish act in disguise.
__________________________________

If you tell me of our history, I will
learn of the lives of great men and
women, who are immortalized in
scoresof documents and books.
What of the millions of others, who
are not recorded the the 'Great Books? '
Who will they be remembered by and
where will their names be found?
Can it be, the sum total of human life,
is but their date of death upon a stone?
______________________________________

A preoccupation with the thought of death,
is a forfeiture of the joy of life.
______________________________________

Death is the mother of darkness, or the
mother of light; depending on how one
has lived their life.
______________________________________

How intellligent is man, when he remains
the only beast in the kingdom to prey
on his own species?
______________________________________

I have little regard for most media; for
they are parasites, who prosper at the
cost of the misery and dispair of others.
______________________________________

Could it be that disasters of nature,
are a reminder from God, that He is?
______________________________________

The history of every country is carved by
the hand of man, while the hope and love
of humanity, is born of a womens soul.
______________________________________

You were the sunshine...
in the shadows of my life.
Now...I shall never see you again, and
the shadows...grow darker ever more.
________________________________________

Like leaves floating from a maple in
autumn, so to do the days of life,
fall silently into the great beyond.
_______________________________________

Come...feast with me;
for the table of life, is abundant,
with the mysteries of existence.
_______________________________________

Is a reason to live,
and a reason to die...
drawn from the same pool of reason?
______________________________________

Faith, is the light, that guides
one through the dark corridors of life.
______________________________________

The trick in life, is to know the answers,
before the questions are asked.
______________________________________

I don't know if I hold on to the past,
or the past holds on to me.
_______________________________________

You are my dream of the past...
and my ghost of the future.
_______________________________________

My writing, is the life raft,
that prevents my drowning,
in a turbulent sea of reality.
________________________________________

I weep for all the things that use to be.
I weep for all...which will never be.
________________________________________

In the end,
there is but one thing that truly matters;
love...or the absence of it
_______________________________________

Most men, are at best, students of history.
For few, will ever become, makers of history.
_______________________________________

One knows true anguish, when words
fail to describe their pain...their tears
..their heart break.
_________________________________________

Though you are gone from me,
we shall meet once again.
All roads in life, end in the valley light,
where life is destine to meet
with The Eternal Hope.
There, I shall hold you again...
and forever tell you of my love.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Memories
by: Franco
from: Cranston, RI, US

To visit all of Joe Fazio's poems, click HERE

Check out these deals at Amazon.com

...the best independent ISP in the Twin Cities

To write us about this page,
contact willy@dreamagic.com (Willy Chaplin)