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Broken_Winged_Angel Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 994Small Town, Somewhere |
The rocks beginning to crack The foundations not gonna last Don't lean to hard on me I'm still reeling from what's past ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Friends and family all come to me I know I'm suppose to be strong But supporting others in times of need Has been taking its toll for too long I've taken all their troubles And put them in a magic glass Kept it covered with my hands So they could find peace at last I've stood as solid as an oak When they needed someplace to rest Kept them sheltered from the world Helping is always what I've done best My ears listened to others talk My eyes kept watch down the road of life I've cleared the path for many now So they could walk free without strife With weather-worn shoulders I've caught all their tears Letting them drench me like rain Drying their eyes for so many years ~ Now who's here to help me through my pain? ~ My ears have started to ring I can't hear too well My eyes are getting weary I'm going blind, but don't tell... My hands are starting to tremble I can't keep it hidden for long The worries are going to run free Like so many sad country songs My head is starting to hang low My shoulders are starting to shake The weight of the worlds so heavy I don't know how much more I can take The oaks beginning to wither The elements have taken their pay Oh how I long to just lay down Instead of stumbling through another day. < !signature--> With a little piece of tomorrow, You'll have to kiss yesterday goodbye. Because today won't last forever, And the past will only make you cry. [This message has been edited by Broken_Winged_Angel (edited 11-22-2000).] |
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bestgirl911 Senior Member
since 2000-10-04
Posts 551Clio, MI , United We Stand |
BWA... A sad, but beatuiful poem dear. Maybe it will open some eyes...... Best |
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kcsgrandma Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1522Presque Isle, ME |
BWA, I had to think a bit before replying to this one, perhaps because it hits pretty close to home for me, not now, but in the past. You have shown a great insight into the feelings of this withered oak. I hope it is not you. Just as the busiest people often get asked to do more, the ones with the greatest burdens often get asked to bear more. Very well thought and written! hugs To love another person is to see the face of God. - Les Miserables Marilyn |
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