These things come and go,
but I am grateful
to have known them
in my way.
The faces in my world
are all alive and I
have loved every one of them.
Though I am sick with thoughts
and full of every kind
of sin and folly,
I ask
only the best
from myself,
even if I seldom get it.
Concentrate
on things too long
and they slip away.
Ignore
the pain and waste
only intensifies.
It never runs its course.
Or maybe it does;
and life is like a river,
filling me like an ocean
of despair?
I don’t even care,
because that doesn’t change
my hopes,
my dreams,
my love.
Each day I wake
before the Sun
and don my plastic feathers.
I climb way up high
and watch the Sun rise.
I wait for the wind
to be just right.
One day I’ll fly
when I take that step again.
Maybe today is that day.
Patience is long
and time is everlasting,
as long as we’re here
to see it through.
I’m watching mine
wash away in the sun shower.
I’ll be coming home one day,
but not any time soon.
I’ve still got so much to do.
HG – 2018
