Eric

Worthwhile

The things I fear I dread to fear 

The things I hear not always clear 

The things I see not always easy 

To erase from my mind, never easy 

 

Twisted metal or on a random floor 

Always an unknown through that door 

Grasping for life or already died 

Hoping in the end I'll know I tried 

 

A life just started or one near the end 

When taken to soon it's hard to pretend 

Loved ones distraught I keep my emotions 

Their tragedy requires complete devotion 

 

When death steps aside and life prevails 

Overwhelming happiness never fails 

An aged grin or a youthful smile 

Helping in someway makes it seem worthwhile 

Comments3

  • Louis Gibbs

    Welcome to MPS, Eric, glad to have you aboard! Keep the good work coming.

  • Confused kid

    Sounds like the point of view of someone who tries to save lives, knowing sometimes people don't make it but he puts in his best so he can know he tried. Lovely work

  • Goldfinch60

    Good write and very positive. Welcome to MPS.



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