Give Treasures

The stupor they call life must change
The outside world is out of range
But inside there is more to being
If only they would end unseeing
We can, we will, we must, we should
Change this sphere and do some good
What e'r the tribulations found
Our resolve remains well sound
So learn and feel, and see and talk
Stay to fight and never walk
But look o'er shoulder guard to keep
To keep at bay that threat to weep
For staying here must be the calling
Watching demons who are falling
Make contributions to the world
Of sonnets, in our minds unfurled
The mysteries of friends and pleasures
Enhancing lives with these your treasures

©2004 Hey Hey

I hear a few references here, to life in general, and (perhaps, a bit of), war, too.
So many scenarios pop into my head, which makes this a good read, and has such a good feel to it.
It has rythm and is fluid, in it's meaning and structure.
Great write, H.

Blessed Be!
Aiyana

Yea,that's appealing/

Thanks dear friends. I can't remember writing this. Perhaps it's the start of that medical condition that I can't remember the name of. Oh dear!

"For staying here must be the calling
Watching demons who are falling"

Wonderful, Hey Hey. I loved those lines, especially.

~Much Love~
Megan

Thanks Megan.

I can remember that condition - really, no really.