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What Am I Good For Now?
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What Am I Good For Now? |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced 
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My other half is on the road, gone for three weeks a trip, as I sit lonely, staring out, I believe I might be losing grip. What am I good for now that I can't hold him tight? Can't see he's fed and cozy, can't make love to him all night. I guess I'm good for pulling weeds, plucking grass that's a foot high, smothering my tiny vegetable plants; I can't afford for them to die. I'm good for picking ticks off dogs and going to battle with troops of fleas, but in the war I have with self I'm good for falling on my knees. What am I good for now that I have no one to please? I cannot seem to rid my mind of all of these "supposed-to-be's" It's hard not to question God, to have faith, I made a vow. but I'm ill-equipped and so I slipped Lord, exactly what am I good for now? |
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whisperingwalt Member
since 2010-04-29
Posts 240Coquitlam, BC, Canada |
Passing Shadows, The emotions in your words are very heartfelt..I felt like I was picking weeds with you...good write. When ever we slip the focus should not be why or the slip intself but rather regain balance or get up dust ourselves off and continue to Love God and our neighbors as ourselves..our selve value of ourselves may change based on our performance but God's love and purpose for us does not...his consistencey trumps our inconsistency...be well, live life..ww |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
All I can speak for is that you're good at writing poetry, which is after all a pretty high calling, all things considered. Besides, haven't I read somewhere that the sleep of the hard-working gardener is sweet? |
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Angel4aKing Senior Member
since 2006-09-27
Posts 1372USA |
awww Dixie i can relate we jus need to remember to be good to ourselves and that can be hard to do sometimes....arent we all the hardest on ourselves....take care and hope ur love returns soon!  ~~~kingsangel~~~ |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Dear Dixie - Perhaps a while back you wouldn't have known that you "slipped" and in my mind that's damn good progress. You sure are good for your little vegetable plants at this point in time and isn't it the little things in life that give us meaning? That aside, a good write and one that I can relate to. Helen |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Please yourself for once and you have done it also by writing this lovely poem. And your garden is surely grateful for your attentions! A time of solitude can bring also insights that are beneficial for your life. Love, Margherita  |
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threadbear Senior Member
since 2008-07-10
Posts 817Indy |
We are human, and confuse and infuse other people's problems into our owns. It contaminates our sense of self-worth, sometimes, to the point of doubt. If an ingredient is making the cake, sour, then perhaps it's best left of the recipe or replaced with something better, huh? Take care, Dixie, we're all on your side, Jeff |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
Hi PS, you are good at writing for sure and sharing delicious poems, i guess everyone has the same difficulties sometimes and can ask : What I am good for ? thanks for a lovely write. regards yann |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Ya know, I knew an old lady that would ask that question periodically and seemed never to be satisfied with the answers she got; or maybe it wasn't really a question, in retrospect, but a talking to herself. She had chickens and ducks, a beautiful garden, home-grown vegetables and eggs that people would drive miles to purchase. She had a family that loved her, grandkids that wanted to live with her, a house that was a pleasure to visit, and was as loving and caring an individual as you'd ever want to meet. Then she died. Everything she nutured, gave life to, went to pot. No longer did anyone come by, family disappeared, the house was sold, became delipadated, was torn down and a new brick duplex was put in it's place with concrete sidewalks and driveways. There was nothing left of her except a few neighbors that remembered and missed the periodic question..."What am I good for now?", and all that exuded from every facet of her being. I had a brother-in-law die last Sunday that lived alone, in a closed off world of his own, who never voiced the words but obviously always asked the same question, but couldn't hear the answer even when it was directly given. The answer isn't just words, it's fed you in myriad ways, by everything, and everyone around you - but only you can see and hear it, or choose to ignore what's so obvious. as usual... j. |
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