Do I Make The Sky Feel Blue? Poem by Denis Martindale

While I am but a mortal man who walks the Earth below,
To merely do the things I can as through this life I go,
The sky has both the sun and moon to watch me day and night,
Each like a wondrous round balloon that grants this world its light...
While I am but a mortal man who once walked near and far,
Survival seems my only plan, not quite as others are...
They wander here, they wander there, as if they love to roam,
But I know I cannot compare, I simply stay at home...
The sun sees me quite rarely now, when forced to mow the lawn,
Then wipe the sweat upon my brow, the timing meant to warn...
Then in I go for days and weeks, the sun not knowing why,
Though each day long for me it seeks, till yonder moon glides by...
So neither cares for me at all, as long as I stay in,
Enjoying each long interval, not caring if I win...
Yet every penny that I save I will donate in time
And God will know each pound I gave and think that quite sublime...
I care not of the sun and moon, yet God has my respect
And maybe I will meet Him soon, as one of His elect...
Exploring Heaven, meeting friends, to greet them old and new,
If everything on faith depends, who knows? I might meet YOU!


Denis Martindale August 2016.