Song Of My Life... Poem by Rey Sanidad

The song of my life is done.. the story told,
God grant the chain may count some links of gold.

A woman's life..a man's true love..a song..
What dreams of life may not belong to these!
The weaving of a story, old yet new,
Life's strange, sad blending of false and true.

A woman's heart is like a harp of gold,
It yields no music to the daring touch,
But to the hand that slowly sweeps the chords
gently wake's the music from its sleep.

An idle dream a woman's life may be,
Yet do these dreams belong to you and me?
To every life some visions must belong;
Are we to blame that they are sometimes wrong?

True women make true men, ..It is always so;
Yet careless touch may disturb the still cold water,
The shadows of the night may hide the sky,
Yet still beyond them all the stars still lie.