Enough, Enough
by Yahya Abdul Rahman- August 25, 2006
The breeze that cools a summer's eve
The setting sun there in the west
The roaring wave upon the sea
The heart that beats within my breast
The earth revolving round the sun
The stars that twinkle in the sky
The sound of children having fun
The curious mind that's asking why
The grave that beckons to my soul
To lie within its dark abode
The fact that I am growing old
My life, a story that's been told
The persistent ticking hands of time
The chatter on the city streets
The many violent acts of crime
The history that oft repeats
The beating of the drums of war
The shedding of the precious blood
The danger just outside my door
The tragic loss, the acts of God
How is the bone formed in the womb?
And the colour of the flower?
From whence the love twixt bride and groom?
And knowledge of the coming hour?
Many things I do not know
Though numerous volumes I have read
Completely beyond my control
Enough, enough, my pen is dead