The road behind is marked by loss and gain,
Relentless is time's speed to here and now.
A purple Ling once brightened my terrain,
Then vanished like a kiss upon the brow.
A father’s voice would fail to mark the way,
But others rose with light to form my will.
A gift of love, from up above, touché,
In shouts of pain, His grace was louder still.
My progeny I'll meet at heaven's gate.
Through friendships deep, and work that shaped my soul,
He stitched my piecemeal life into a whole,
And met me in the shadow of my fate.
Seek truth and goodness, beauty too — make haste.
What's left is far too precious now to waste.
-JD Boye
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Author:
JD Boye (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A reflection on life's losses and serendipitous blessings.
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A well written poem with good rhyme and meter that reflects the passing of time and help received along the way. Help is not always received from family but from those that show love.
Thank you for the encouragement.
A lovely write of as we get older and time passes we reflect back on our life's, and appreciate even more the short time we have left, nicely expressed and written
Thank you for the kind words. Blessings.
You are very welcome
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