GENTLE
 

As gentle as a newborns hand,
as soft as the rain in spring,
it is the way that I understand,
it is in the song that I sing.

As gentle as a lovers sigh,
as soft as a sweet caress,
on this you can always rely,
I go through life with tenderness.

As gentle as sweet words of love,
as soft as fluffy clouds on high,
as the stars twinkle at us from above,
and we have only nature to go by.

I am nature's number one son,
this I feel very deep within,
it is not something that I've won,
but rather what I had to begin.

The gentle reaches a point though,
when assumology does appear,
and into the distant I'll go,
after I had been so very near.

I'll be no plaything to anyone,
no puppet on any string,
for before the act will have begun,
it will end, and alone I'll sing.

I'll be not a charm on a bracelet,
I'll be not a name on a list,
for the many, and many whom I've met,
most are aware of what they missed.

As gentle as this life on earth,
as soft as sweetness in the dark,
we each must know our own worth,
we each must decide where we will park.

I have no time for words to buy time,
for action makes the world go around,
I will not waste time that is mine,
I won't quit on what I've found.
 

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
December 6, 2001