My Story

Looking through the hidden door
I can see clearly as never before
all my frailties, thoughtless fears
beget the child of ageless years-

Tears bespeak my soul
my life a story to be told
but who will listen to all my cries
who really cares of one life
left to live or yet to die-

My heart is as the gentle breeze
a moment in time
as the beauteous fallen leaves
stamped unto the midst of days
like a child who silently prays-

So remember me in silence
and not with glorious words
carry me in the world around you
for life is precious and moments
given oh so few-

Poetry written by Angel Elmoghazy, 2009
Music: "Jesus, Joy of Man, original Composition by Bach(c) 2004
by Classical Archives.
Used with permission."