Weary and Weighted
Eyes heavy lidded by weight of yesterdays
Mind damaged by holding on to a dream
Old body with a few minor imperfections
My wallet, better days you know has seen
The house foreclosed and I walked away
Hid the teardrops of despair in a smile
Knowing that if I let it get to me again
I’ll carry that weight a long, long while
My truck’s being taken back by Mr. Ford
Not enough cash for the renewal cost
Overdraft protection on checking account
They say that cause is all but lost
Alone I type words to the lunar Queen
Here in my tower up in the midnight sky
Empathy seems to have taken over me
As I swallow pride and self pity sigh
Then your face comes smiling at me
Your voice tells me it will be okay
Your memory suckles at my heart
I love you more and more each day…
Sheila
& always counting those hard to see blessings
May Love Fill Your Heart With Her Bounties Always
The Deepest Joys in Life Embracing
Love & Inspirations
Vickie
if its true, hang in there, and think positive
you write this like a song......as always........
yes, thats your talent fee
pax A
We do so often have to wait, and wait, doing what we can, until winter is the memory- and we enjoy the fireflies dancing just for us.
Love is that magic which can tide us over.
A hand reaches out from the other side.
Best regards,
John
Man, if my heart had strings you will playing a tune.
Georg
Chrissie
Hugs,
Anna
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( *tears!*
Much peace, love, prosperity, and light to you,
Amber "V"
I admire the company you keep with millions of others all over the unniverse. You certainly tugged at my heart and there are many similarities in this poem for me as well. This is what is so phenomenol about your poetry Fee. You make it easy for others' to identify. You have the fire of a great writer and the familiarity it takes to capture your fans.
It's awesome to be back in good company.
God less.
Susan
I wish I could come up there and be the one to tell you it will be alright. Oh, I feel the pain in these lines of trying to survive in a cold, cruel world ... no wonder you believe in the magic of Santa Claus. You need one, now ... well penned.
(((HUGS))) love and prayer, Karla.