Every Moment Poem, by Paul Gerard Reed, at My poetic side

I have every moment

Every drop of rain that falls,

I have my history in front of me

I have the morning bird calls;

I still have enough energy

To keep the show on the road,

Turn a blind eye to the aches

Keep carrying that heavy load;

Calling to me, I can sense it

A silent inner voice,

Flowing, that endless river

I don't have a choice;

I can still see the light

Burning brightly yesterday,

I can still feel the feelings

That helped me on my way;

One day it will be finished

There'll be nothing left in store,

Diminished, all my powers

I won't want to fight any more;

But tomorrow is watching me

Ahead, stretches out the road,

The pains will soon fly away

On the wings of that heavy load.

Comments +

sorenbarrett December 1st, 2025 11:07
There is a feeling of heaviness in this poem, the weight that one carries in life and being fatigued by it. Although there is the intention and desire to carry on it, speaks of it growing too heavy and coming to an end. A wonderful write
arqios December 1st, 2025 17:36
Them aches and pains, yes. I know ‘em quite well. Onlookers see a battered, rusted out Impala on the road right alongside the Teslas and Lexuses

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