Gun control

Gun control is my book of poetry. It features the poem Hold on. Hold on, hold on for we won't be long,
for this time is ours,
and we have all the time that we could ever want,
from the dawning of the day and the rising of the sun,
and from the fall of the night,
and the setting of the stars in the heavens,
we have all the time, all the time to become,
all the time to become whatever we wish to be,
and all the time to do and see,
and all the time to be whoever we want,
and wherever we want to be because we are free,
free to be us,
and free to explore the world with our sentience,
and in the beauty of life,
how vision inspires and stimulates our minds,
and in the colours of life how we revel in them,
and how they fill our hearts by pouring into our eyes,
and how they lift us up with each vision,
and how beautifully and wonderful,
each complex creation is before us that fills us inside,
with such wonderment and fascination and desire,
the desire to explore more and more,
and rarely, rarely are we left with sighs,
for the world is endless and boundless,
with so many things to learn,
and so many things to describe,
and how great the world is,
how great it is with its beauty, and its humanity that lays always before our eyes,
yes, how great it is and how great the time,
the time that we spend admiring and exploring,
and walking and wondering,
and touching and seeing and tasting,
oh, how incredible it is,
that all our senses have evolved so much,
to be able to express ourselves,
and this world that we live in,
this heaven upon the Earth,
this beautiful jewel in our galaxy,
how precious it is,
for there is nothing more precious,
than this most incredible beauty before our eyes,
and it is a blessing,
a glorious blessing,
a blessing that takes all the languages in the world,
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