"THE CAMERA"

My World has been a camera, looking out at life

Recording now and filing prints; yes that is my wife

And that is son, and that is dog, and yes that is my home

But what of hearts and meaning, what stops the will to roam?

I speak of hope and mystery; the central font of life

Yet all the world; it lies here now, a feeling for my wife

A look, a smile, a glance, a thrill

Doors opened now, no thorny hill

The vista wide and wonderful, a World as yet unseen

Two souls unite to pass this door; mysteries to wean

Hills to climb and skies to soar in

Wrongs to leave and love to bring in

What wonders these that's now do pass; what thrills and joys create to last

But what of past? And what of future?; What does it take to make us glad?

Oh irony; Oh paradox; this was everything we had....

Life can be cruel, it can be hard; or MAN can MAKE it so

With fears and doubts and lusts and greed and vision set too low

Or too high, it matters not for both avoid the truth

That life and love and happiness is not some far off roof

BUT HERE