Topic: the ghosts of my forefathers
The Ghosts Of My Forefathers.
By Phill Williams.
Do the ghosts of my forefathers look down upon me?
Do they scorn, have they pride?
Do they frown at the person I have become?
Did I fulfill their hopes?
Have I fulfilled my dreams?
Or do I follow my desires as a beast in the woods
No longer human when I am gripped by desire
Give in to temptation
My strength lies elsewhere.
Do I follow the path of my illustrious elders?
Or have I strayed from their plan
Did they set out my course?
Have I veered to the left – to the right?
Am I strong in my mind and in my soul?
Do my dead friends sigh as they look down upon me
A sad, poor old man.
Never fulfilled his own ambitions or goals.
As the sun shines once more
On the horizon the storm clouds gather.
There are more ways to die than to live.
More sadness than smiles.
More tears than laughter.
NO! THAT I DENY.