To Have

every moment is there to make
taken steps of ancestors
riding thee in wake
riding the everlasting tides passed doom
striving no harder than flourishing thrived
with us whether realized for positive knives
sharing the gloom of an unwanted broom
no have-nots have surfed into shore
gone out to sea to wash the soul for no bore
coming back in the spirits rejoice
neither just in a bottle nor unjustly to take

Poem by:
M.E.L. (accompanied painting entitled abstract landscape also by M.E.L.)