"gjw" poems
When a swan loses a partner, it will never settle for another. It will drift along the lakes of lovers for the rest of its eternity, with only solitude for company. A beautiful or tragic choice? Im not so sure.
But what I do know is this; there are levels of love which fill our hearts with joy and then there is the rarest of love which fills our souls with something indescribable. Can we imitate something so rare? Something with no words to compare?
GJW
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC
I never had a problem taking a knee
Or lending a hand
I don't mind lifting you on my shoulders
Even if I can barely stand
I'll go on all 4 just for you to see above me
But
I'm only one person.. in fact!
just the same as you
So take my knee
Give you a boost
Take my hand and bite it for food
Drop your problems on my shoulders
So you can make it through
But before 4 I do
Three things.. is a gift to you
My mind
My body
My soul
To be all you can be
In service of other leads to greatness...
I wonder or I pray that maybe someone who walked over me would help me up.
But it's okay.
With greatness comes great sacrifice.
Yet I'm selfish for this service as it has been done before
-GJW
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 8:52 AM UTC