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 Aug 2019
Jim Davis
I’ll turn past six decades tomorrow
I’ll not live to love much longer
Coulda said the same
a decade of years ago
or on the day of my birth
I’ll not live to love much longer
Who really knows what
decades of years or
another tomorrow brings
I’ll not live to love much longer
Perhaps someday I’ll say
I’ll turn past nine decades tomorrow
that’ll be the day I’ll say
I’ll not live to love much longer

©  2019 Jim Davis
Love... really... is all there is!  If you don’t get it, give it... while you can!
 Feb 2018
Micaela
When you feel lost;
Hopeless;
Disconnected from yourself
When self-belief and ambition slips through your fingers
Think of the young girl or boy you once were
The innocent, impressionable child with so much promise
He or she does not deserve the abuse you subject them to
They do not deserve to be downtrodden and picked apart by the very one who knows them best;
You

Somewhere along the way I lost that little girl
I forgot her on my journey to self-destruction
I abandoned the dreams she had and the motivation to bring them to life
I banished her from my mind and became focused on the empty shell I was building for myself
I grew absorbed with misery and self-pity
I forgot to nurture that girl so that she could save me from myself
So that she would remind me of what I owe her

Yet, someday she would again take the spotlight
And she would revel in her revival
She would strip away the years of neglected dreams and build them into a reality
Just as she would destroy the empty shell I built in her absence
She would reunite herself with those she loves and cease my loneliness;
Hell, cease her own loneliness and abandonment of herself
For she is worthy of everything she ever wanted
Every far-fetched desire and optimistic goal
She would remind me that I am not lost nor broken
Because she was with me all along
I just forgot to let her grow with me
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