in depth look at poem: This is another poem that I wrote for Beck


how can I ever thank you?

when I come tired like a weathered ship
you pick me up off of the ground
and fill me with exhuberant life again.
you take away my deaf ears and fill them with sound.
you take away my stupidity and make me sane.
you fill me with happiness unending,
and with peace and security overflowing.

how can I ever thank you for catching me when I started to slip?
how can I repay you for what you've done for me?
what can I do that will make you see
how much I rally care about you,
and how thankful I am for what you do?
I know you'll know how much because words change what I say
so I'll try to show you in a more meaningful way.

-Jon Johnston


© 1997 Jonathan Johnston


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