Humanity

As I saw him help the old lady
cross the street
I opened wide my ears to hear
the faint breaths of Humanity.
Yes indeed.
He lives on in every kind word,
in every kind deed.
He gobbles up every good deed
and shirks from greed.
His wiry self hides in the farthest
corners of the world.
In this world of conceit and deceit
his lifeless life breeds a hope
that kindness and love shall stay alive
in the hearts and souls of
some unpolluted mortals.

Childhood

Four tiny tots walking in a line.
Innocence in their hearts,
love on their lips.
A smile pasted on their face.
Their radiance transferred to
those who walk beside them.
Their laughs, their cries
Their tears, their sighs.
So gloriously, wondrously real
So unlike their adult contemporaries
who breathe falsehood, live on deceit,
feed on greed, drink the wine of violence
and whose very existence denigrates
the name of God's greatest creation.

Time

I try to catch it as it flies past me.
I hold it in my hands but it slips past me.
I imprison it but it slithers out.
I lock it in a room but it finds a crevice.
I put it in my pocket but it finds a hole.
I tie it with ropes but it still breaks free.
Little can I do as I see it go by.
Escaping to freedom past my eye.

Dear Curiosity

Dear Curiosity may have killed the cat.
But he is my friend. I can vouch for that.
Whenever a problem gets the better of me,
my Curiosity gets the better of it in the end.
Every riddle that riddles me, every puzzle that
puzzles me is left with bruised and wounds to tend.
No questions unanswered, no mystery unsolved.
At least not with my dear friend involved.
Never at sixes and sevens have I been.
What challenge is a challenge for him
remains to be seen.