tired tired tired
reconnaissance on my mental
it’s seen better days
clear the haze and you’ll see my
body patiently waiting
scathing pain in my failure
but you won’t see me shaking
my physique will never wither
weathered by texas summers
survived the fray of our strength
and at the same time
the blunders of my being
never overshadowed my faith

keep my heart to God
even amid the pouring rain
i’m my brother’s keeper
yet i stand alone
a keepsake
a keepsake for my better days
seeing the fabrication of
love shown through the
shining rays of my smiling face
but who’s gonna be there
at my wake
carrying me away to my maker
helpless times i’m in
and that’s all i have to savor

- negassie