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. 

Ask not what Chordie can do for you, but what you can do for Chordie.

Re: the ghosts of my forefathers

Excellent  powerful words Phill,  I often wonder if my ancestor's and those who have been part of my life who have passed on get to look down on what I am doing. Is their hidden hands still guiding me? Though many of my family elders have passed on many years ago when I am in a tricky situation their wise words said to me when they were around come back to me.
Here is an old Kiwi  proverb that my Mum often uses when talking about those who have passed on.
He hono tangata e kore e motu; ka pa he taura waka e motu
Unlike a canoe rope, a human bond cannot be severed.     

Re: the ghosts of my forefathers

That's a good one Pete. My mother's favourite when I was a kid was...you come home here dead and I'll kill you! She said jokingly... hopefully!     

Ask not what Chordie can do for you, but what you can do for Chordie.