I walked out to my car this morning,
and it started right up
My hair, still wet from the shower
is still full and covering my head
I've got new framed pictures to hang,
and clean sheets on the bed
Work was alright, I guess, I don't
hate my job but I hate the idea
that we work for old paper to trade
for bright shiny things that always
seem to lose their glimmer
I've finally got a good woman
in my life who whispers to my heart
and knows what to say to chase
away the dark.
Every kiss on my cheek, every bite
of dinner, every time I feel alone
I reach over and take her hand in mine
and know that the day needs the night.
I have love, health, a paycheck, and the
freedom to drive until the tank is empty
True, there are still things that I want,
but don't need, and things I need
that were taken from me, like my son,
his first words and his first stumblings
in this world
But every day passed is another conquered,
another reason to keep moving
forward
When you've seen as many sunsets and
broken hearts as I have
You are used to the fact that
the sun returns,
love is real,
and life is beautiful.
even on the old, *****
rainy days.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
I walked out to my car this morning,
and it started right up
My hair, still wet from the shower
is still full and covering my head
I've got new framed pictures to hang,
and clean sheets on the bed
Work was alright, I guess, I don't
hate my job but I hate the idea
that we work for old paper to trade
for bright shiny things that always
seem to lose their glimmer
I've finally got a good woman
in my life who whispers to my heart
and knows what to say to chase
away the dark.
Every kiss on my cheek, every bite
of dinner, every time I feel alone
I reach over and take her hand in mine
and know that the day needs the night.
I have love, health, a paycheck, and the
freedom to drive until the tank is empty
True, there are still things that I want,
but don't need, and things I need
that were taken from me, like my son,
his first words and his first stumblings
in this world
But every day passed is another conquered,
another reason to keep moving
forward
When you've seen as many sunsets and
broken hearts as I have
You are used to the fact that
the sun returns,
love is real,
and life is beautiful.
even on the old, *****
rainy days.
Napowrimo #29 - Write a review poem
