For all that at times it feels as if
you're being crushed by a monolith
God's own creation,
This beautiful Earth -
Just weight on your shoulders, without joy or mirth.
For all that at times it feels as if
there never can or will be life's one zenith
But then you remember,
Your family and friends -
That small group of people,
Who will stay 'til the end.
For all that at times it feels as if
happiness and wonder are urban myths
That's when you dig down,
And find your last strength,
And grab it and pull it,
'Til it's five times its length.
For all that at times it feels as if
your life is a concert of resounding "What if?"s
That strength that you found,
It multiplies three,
Each day you spend time,
With your loving family.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC
For all that at times it feels as if
you're being crushed by a monolith
God's own creation,
This beautiful Earth -
Just weight on your shoulders, without joy or mirth.
For all that at times it feels as if
there never can or will be life's one zenith
But then you remember,
Your family and friends -
That small group of people,
Who will stay 'til the end.
For all that at times it feels as if
happiness and wonder are urban myths
That's when you dig down,
And find your last strength,
And grab it and pull it,
'Til it's five times its length.
For all that at times it feels as if
your life is a concert of resounding "What if?"s
That strength that you found,
It multiplies three,
Each day you spend time,
With your loving family.
For John Stevens, in light of his recent loss. Have the strength, John. :)
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