On a patio sofa
He sleeps
Soundly -- peacefully
Head tilted -- body sprawled
Distant lawn mower songs
Accompany his snoring melodies
As she -- sitting nearby
Watches and appraises him
His years have not been easy
Hard work -- lots of hardship
Strife and disappointment
Dreams pursued and un-attained
Yet there is still sparkle in his eyes
Still joy and affection in his heart
His voice still rings strong and clear
His laughter hardy and genuine
These days his desires are few
And most definitely simple
Good food -- his favorite music
Football -- their loving relationship
She dubs him
Her joy -- her blessing
She dubs him
Weary Warrior
Copyright © 2008 by Gwen Dickerson
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It takes a lot of faith and thankfulness to be happy with what we have. A great poem that teaches that lesson. Hugs,
Sheila
Regis
Ron
Be always safe,
Karen
This is beautiful. :) Very well written, this story of a weary warrior!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Yet there is still sparkle in his eyes
Still joy and affection in his heart
His voice still rings strong and clear
His laughter hardy and genuine
As long as he has these, he is not only a weary warrior but a victorious one. - David
Fee
Sandie Angel :o)