| Merle's
Poetry |
Merle's Poetry
Index:
"Samantha"
"Path"
"If I"
"4 Years"
"Today"
"Time"
If I could
find any way
to tell you how I miss you day by day
or of the memories I hold dear
while fighting back to shead a tear
if all my dreams are dashed upon a stone
and I am forced to live all alone
my memories that I have of you
would be enought to get me through.
And if your ever left alone
the light of love could then be shone
like a beacon in the night
I would stand up tall and show the light
(the end)
Traffic
flowing through the lines
one, then another, arrows fall.
Stand up tall and fight the tide
least you fall behind and you intentions stall.
Foraging through a sea of emotion
we run down the path a little too fast.
Before long the tides are upon us
forcing us further from the path.
Harken young lads and lasses
hasten up all thy wits.
Fight agienst the tides renew
be quick before your body quits.
"If
I"
If I could come home tomorrow
would it change a thing?
Pick up a minimum wage job
Still be able to look up and sing?
If I walked in through your front door
I'd be comming for you, that's to be sure.
For in the last four years I've learned
Strength of heart is something money can't proqure.
"4
Years"
All the things I've lost from 20-24
clearly it seems I'll never settle the score.
First and formost I lost my true love
even tho it was clearly laid out from above.
After that I've lost oh so much time
four complete years no reason nor rhyme.
The serivce I give so many forget
a job they don't see, transparent I'd bet.
The only strength I find comes from my friends
in their words of comfort their wisdom lends.
But strong I will be for just over two more years
then I will find a different one of many carriers.
For any who read this worry not for me
Remember always freedom will never be free.
Why must
I live this life alone
talking to friends
only on the telephone.
Why does it hurt
so much inside
untill all I want
is to ball up and hide.
My inner strength
has all run out
surviving this life
is what it's all about.
Sometimes I just
want to run out and cry
sometimes I whish
I would just die.
No one should have
to live this way
one breath closer
to death, it is today.
Days slipping
by
some fast, some slow.
longing for the days of yore
and the fun I used to know.
All the things I'd do with you
are on the bottom shelf.
So many adult things to do
I didn't put you there myself.
I wish I could spend a day with you
and be like we were in school.
This time I'd take more time
for you rather than acting like a fool.
But our adult lives are getting bigger
less time to remember the days of old.
Every time I move again
I'm further from the fold.
Will I ever see you again
Before I'm old and gray?
If I were able to come home
I'd knock on your front door today.