A Life Lived....

P.H.Rose

                      A life lived

 

From first breath and footfall, to the last road to walk,
My life I've lived as if each day my last to fall.
Always astounded I am of the power of love,
From a view of vastness of space and time,
       To a small hand placed gently in mine.
Oh these lands overflowing with heroes every day,
A single struggling mother, an orphan, but two I say.
      Days so long clock hands redundant,
     So short but a second to reach nightfall .
Remembering such times of overwhelming joy,
     And also times of complete despair.
Meeting people that changed my very outlook,
And those my thoughts of them acquired.
But yet there still some wonders to discover,
As I journey along this sometime broken road.
      Peace and Want walk hand in hand,
Innocence the first breath used, anger the last.
    Days of beauty that light a midnight sky,
Broken trees litter the path, will not prevent your tread.
Though peaks be high, to summits you must prevail.
A Hope of easier paths, non the less this road I travel.

  • Author: P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 27th, 2017 06:14
  • Comment from author about the poem: Couldn't sleep last night, Theses words came to me..
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • WriteBeLight

    A positive poem of strength P.H.

    • P.H.Rose

      Thank you WBL...

    • willyweed

      I am so glad you missed a night sleep, this was worth it for me and I'm not tired anyway, but again you are a great poet you speak of love and children and broken Christmas tree lights and never mention the money you owe me or anything great work you are promoted by me (the only one who counts anyway) to the Queens elite and favorite treat the most elite band of poets sweet and in the street you must defeat any and all trash talkers who bad mouth poetry? don't worry you can do it and I am very proud of you and wish you were my son but you are to old for that now. ILU P.H W.W

      • P.H.Rose

        Ha ha ha... tears rolling
        Down my eyes....
        Best eulogy I\'ve heard
        I am deeply indebted
        To you sir.....
        A head now too large
        To fit through yonder
        Door. !!!!

        • willyweed

          no need to be just pay back the money you owe....SIR!

        • Tony36

          Well written and expressed Great write

          • P.H.Rose

            Thank you Tony

            • Tony36

              Welcome

            • Christina8

              Very well written poem! I wish I could come up with such a poem when I couldn't sleep. Bravo!

              • P.H.Rose

                Thank you Chrissy
                Your work is very
                Good during the daylight
                Hours... believe me...

                • Christina8

                  I really appreciate that!

                • Michael Edwards

                  Another great piece of craftsmanship .

                  • P.H.Rose

                    Thank you Michael

                  • janetaylor

                    Absolutely beautiful and deeply felt ~ a gorgeous pen.

                    • P.H.Rose

                      Thank you so much
                      Jane... very much
                      Appreciated

                    • notapoet

                      A really great write PHR, enjoyed it very much, no offense but I hope you have trouble sleeping more often if this is what it produces..

                      • P.H.Rose

                        Ha ha thank you
                        NAP I'm afraid
                        My wife will
                        Not agree with you
                        As I tap the keys
                        Her remarks are usually
                        "Turn that bloody computer
                        Off"..... she really does
                        Value her sleep too much.



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