Wish me well on this journey
It is one that I must take
And, I will not be returning
I am certain of this fate
For I have lived a life of danger
I have broken all the rules
At times I’ve been a stranger
At times I’ve been a fool…
Now I hear the wind a-callin’
It’s Crying out my name
Lord knows I have fallen
Yet, I do not feel ashamed
For the path is one I’ve chosen
It is one that I must take
So, wish me well on this journey
As it now becomes my fate…
I wonder who am I,
For what I’m here,
What is sake of my life,
For what I’m taking this time,
I work for my,
Wherever I’m there,
I’m here to thrive,
Away from luxury & lime,
People may think me a loser,
Because I can’t please them,
I work for my choice,
Who cares for such people,
I’m made winner,
Because my work is not same,
By doing that I always rejoice,
Loving to do it ample,
Who am I?
I’m a champion,
A champion of myself,
Who lives always selfless.
They say that Bad guys make bad choices.
But the truth is…
They had no choice.
They make us
Who we are
Decisions become
Part of us
It’s our integrity
That sets
Us apart
From the
Rest
Welcome to the Never Road
where a hooded figure
seems frightening but offers you
sweet wine,
where the good can fly
and the evil wear hooks
on their hands,
as if that’s not derivative,
where compassion flies
through the air, a small
very visible spark.
They had managed to escape Vienna
before the Nazis marched in.
Thanks to the support of an American cousin
they settled in Washington Heights —
a Manhattan haven for Jewish refugees
Others were not so lucky.
Kurt, the couple’s 5 year-old son,
bore the name of the grandfather
In Treblinka he was gassed.
Adjustment was not easy: they needed jobs
They were lucky: he a butcher; she a seamstress
Fluency in English not a necessity
We now meet Kurt at 20 in 1965
and the girlfriend Gerorgann,
who was the love of his life.
She was mature, tender, optimistic and kind.
The two spent hours talking on the phone,
Taking long walks in the neighborhood
Eating pizza at the local hangout,
Doing homework in one of their homes
One summer evening they made love.
And everything changed.
Theirs would be a love, growing stronger
each day.
So what was the problem
of two people in love?
For In the eyes of the parents
the love could not be
Their despair had no bottom.
How could this be true?
The boy’s Jewish soul
was bound to the suffering of many.
How could Kurt forget?
His very name tied to the Uncle who perished.
The family held council… uncles, aunts cousins alike
A mafia-like meeting of gun-toting gangsters?
No guns, but the weapon was GUILT
All denounced the relationship
with passionate conviction
An affront to the very core
of their Jewish past, present and future.
Kurt was given a choice: keep the girl and lose the family
A choiceless choice
He chose the family