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.
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Author:
Paul Gerard Reed (
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Comments1
A poem of carrying on while one is alive knowing that it can not last forever and that the load that we carry one day will be lifted. Nicely penned.
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