Quickly the answer comes with little satisfaction of the assuring words
The old and the young sound the same when speaking of this
Each has determine what has been presented is worthwhile satisfaction
This is what it is all about someone may say of a sandwich or a trophy
But echoing words are meaningless to us who see only what is proclaimed
Life goes ever so slow and yet the morning runs into the night
Meanings has brought much turmoil and unexplainable events
Groupings of meanings seem to explain but the search continues
Listen to the story of singing swallows that don’t complain but give thanks
In their musical tones flowing through the air to reach those who listen
Yes, there is a meaning in the air if you hear what is spoken to you
The created flying beings seem not see the traffic lights in red or yellow
Who sings to them when they are down or do they listen to themselves
Tears come down my cheeks when I think of all the small who hurt and cry
We may seek meaning when the meaning is already there in us
Answers to deep thoughts are slow to find and hard to hear easily
A morning can bring some meaning yet direction lacks our focus
Another morning brings another meaning and still no light shines the path
Time gone by is examined by someone seeing many mornings to find that
Each one is as fresh as the next bringing newness and joy
Sing to me young bird that I may see another morning and look for more
To come because I begin to see that meaning is not in-between but in the continuance
Of the little ones walking and the old moving to where they find significance
Meaning can not be seen but yet all speak of it or are determine to find it
Meaning can not to be found but it is a mere journey to your final destiny.
Take care of yourself and those around you in your journey afar
Because a measurement speaks of you in what you did in search of meaning.
By Dan Rodriguez
***This was written by my father Dan Rodriguez. This is just a piece of work but he hopes to write a book one day.
Isleen
