Cried for over twenty-eight years

Chose to stay home and be with

his son; a choice he would later

pay for - the sum of all his fears.

Society was very unforgiving - he

walked back into it with faith; was

blindsided, his soul and emotions

were left for dead; he tried to pick

up the pieces - was beaten again.

Weaved in and out of jobs and

relationships; was so worn out

he didn't know which way was

up - he got screwed by both

Like vultures, circled overhead.

Then he turned to writing - found

his 'niche'; each penning got

better and better, as did his

friends, but not his lovers - they

left a lot to be desired.

With the way that part of his

life was, he had to carry a

scale - for no matter what he

did or said, he didn't seem

to get through.

The scale was figurative of course

For he knew he had a lot to offer

Undying love was at the top of his

list, followed by respect, then

taking nothing for granted.

All he wanted was for the right

woman to walk into his life and

share the simple things - and

to grow old together; would

never lose love, nor affection.

But after what seemed an eternity

That scale was still near at hand

Because meeting woman today

had certainly changed - trust was

the one thing that didn't exist.

This caused him to make a decision

Could no longer worry about it, but

rather put it into God's hands; would

happen when he least expected it to

He would no longer carry that weight.

'2008' RLS