I wrote this poem 9/11/2001 the Day the U.S.A. was awakened.
Rush
The Mad rush must go on
We stop to wipe a tear
Don’t stop too long to care
All may be gone if you cry
Letting go of what we have
Reaching for what we cannot get
To lose all we have gained
This must be in vain
I cannot see what I have
For I only see what I want
What is here today
Will be gone tomorrow
We fight a ruthless battle to the top
Standing tall and proud
With our battle scars and wounds
The victims left behind, are the ones we love
Soon, when you are gone
The mad rush must go on
They will wipe a tear
Don’t stop too long
This Poem Was Written for Those Left Behind, the Day the U.S.A. Was Awakened. Here Is the Meaning of this Poem:
As We Run Around in a Mad Rush to Fulfill Our Own Desires, We Lose Track of the Most Precious Part of Life. Our Loved Ones. We Know That Life Is a Long Journey, That Ends So Suddenly. Did We Take Time to Share Our Love Today ? Or Did We Run off in a Mad Rush Again?
By C. Ray Hurst Sept 11/ 2001
If you have never heard a father’s blessing, I want to bless you, A Fathers Blessing
