Watching her walk away from the vehicle
Flipping her back pack over her shoulder
Head looking down as she crosses the grass
What will the day have in store
I watch and wonder
And hold out hope for her
Only the best is my deepest wish
If only I had some control
You buy them the bike
And teach them to ride
But you must let go
Even while your fingers continue to clinch
All of my life
I had this craving
I didn’t understand
This would bring
About my saving
A lost look in my eyes
As a boy playing
In need of a voice
Is what I am saying
To show all the sides
I was not displaying Continue reading
Long ago we crossed
I as continued past
You are forever
In my back window
So very distant
But appearing so near
Only the best of
Your reflections show
So very clear
Every sob story of the heart
When felt and told by the young
Are maximized by a hundred
All of these stories
When heard by the no longer young
Are minimized by a thousand
With the youth it is hard to see past today
Even though they think they can
Making their pain life ending
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