Painting by Numbers


We live our lives
Every day is a page
And every chapter a year

And every memory
Holds colors of our dreams
Brush strokes of joy love and fear

Our hearts the authors
Our wisdom the pens
We’ll look back on these mysteries

Seeking no answers
And offer no reasons
The gift of life is plain to see


We are the fabric
That holds the fate of man
This tapestry of colors
Can either be blessed or dammed

These are books of people
Who know only sorrow and war?
Painting shadows on the tapestry
And not knowing what life is for

Colors all blend into one
A book has closed - Another just begun


A tapestry of colors
That holds sisters and brothers
A place for all who want to be

Mountains of happiness
To the rivers of tears
It’s apart of life’s rich tapestry


In our lives we question why
The reasons why we live and die
And why we return to the soil
After years of earthly toil.

Searching for answers in hope to find
The reasons for life to help mankind
There is no answer but only a solution
But to come too terms with evolution.

There are many books now closing
And their authors see too late
There lives where walked in total darkness
The illness of human trait

Perhaps it’s just the poor in spirit
In humbleness who will find
Their place within the tapestry
That shows the picture of mankind


A second passes
A new life is born
Just like the stars that appear in the skies

Thousands of new books
Authors every day
Destined for history and never go away


Like a child
We still take small steps
While selfishness stays by our side
Always learning
And still discerning
Its either openness
Or foolish pride


Our worlds are so small
And yet we stand - tall
In the things we say and do
Afraid to love our common man
Some think they are the chosen - few


We are the authors
The painters and poets
And we all have a gift to bring

Future and history
We are the creators
Of books and life’s great tapestry

Colors all blend into one
A book has closed - Another just begun.