Category : Poems

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Though time has passed 
since first he fell
And days turned into years 
Progress is seen in many ways 
but not without a tear 

It’s hard to understand it all 
and pull it all apart 
To  look into the mirror now 
And see  a broken heart

My life exists in pidgeon holes
A compartment for each phase 
I’ve had to find the proper one
To gat through painful days

There’s a box for colleges a box for friends
for strangers and family 
There’s a box for living and one for death 
There’s also a box for me

Each day is lived with many scenes
Not one runs smooth and clean 
Life used to flow in liquid time 
A mature well oiled machine

I’ve  worked the hardest in my life 
With both my  he’s and brain
Was this effort for survival alone
Will there be more to gain

They tell me that the year ahead
is better than the first 
That through it all the sun will shine
Next year could be no worse 

As l reflect on time just passed 
Remembering the grief 
This mantle of sadness I carry each day 
An ache with no relief 

Each day’s been wrapped in sadness
It’s now a part  of me 
Perhaps with hope and work and “friends “
There’s a chance I might be free

If looking forward to coming days
Will bring a brighter sun
I’ll try to change my focus 
And get this battle won

It’s not a miracle that I request 
Or some dramatic turn 
I simply wish to lighten my load 
To sooth this mortal burn

With love and life and memories 
There’ll be a future smile
I hope this weighted  burden 
Will lighten mile by mile