. The Signs I saw the signs, They read, This Way. I followed them For half a day, Until my feet grew tired, Whereat… I sat. I sat to rest, The time flew by Till all the birds Had left the sky. A million stars Above me played… I prayed. I prayed for signs To give me hope, To pave the way, To help me cope, To help me not Prognosticate… I wait. I waited for A while before, A sign appeared Upon a door. Enter In Is what it bid… I did. Through the door I softly stepped. It closed behind me, Then I wept At what I saw, No turning back… Alack. I saw the children, Watched their tears, Felt their troubles And their fears. How to help them Find their way… Today. I saw the people Full of woe, Running faster To and fro. Never happy, Not enough… Of stuff. I saw the world, Chaos abounding, Catastrophically Astounding, Who amongst us Undermines… The signs? The signs are there For aged and youth, To not be sheep, To search for truth. What evil hides Behind the mask… I ask. The people call But no one hears, Their troubles fall On deafened ears. And no recourse As one by one… They’re gone. There’s no solution At this time And no sufficient Paradigm. Just like the little Children trust… I must. We see the signs But life goes on, Like springs and falls Of Babylon. Until the entity Supreme… I dream. . . The Secret The biggest secret Of all time, Is never-ending. There are no theories In this rhyme, No thoughts transcending. Assumptions grow Of our beginning. We die to know But are we willing? So much we’ve learned, We are so clever… Our fingers burned With each endeavour. The world once flat Was our fixation. Let’s dwell on that Miscalculation. If truth be told, We know so little. Our hearts turn cold, Our bones get brittle. New lives are born To take our places. New day; new dawn, New puzzled faces. And on it goes And goes eternal, And mother earth Remains maternal. The seasons come; The seasons go, And none of us Will ever know, Until whatever Way we pass, Beyond the ever- Greening grass. You know the score… Then make it terse. What was before, The universe? . . Norma Pain was born in Liverpool, England and now lives in Parksville, British Columbia, Canada. Thirty of Norma’s poems were published by Dana Literary Society, between 2004 and 2007 and she was twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize by that same on-line poetry site. She self-published a book of rhyme in 2000 called Bulging Assets.