Today, I have decided to post something a little different. I was recently reading a book, when a thought came to me. One of what I used to call home. Of how so much had changed and how things may never really be the same again. Of how different things are now. These thoughts made me want to write something down, though I didn't know exactly what that would be. It turned out to be a poem. I wrote this shortly afterword, and I am happy to say that I will be sharing it. I hope that you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
My Dad used to have an
office
That office is gone now
I used to have friends
Those friends have moved
on now
I used to live in a house
Welcoming and open
I’m afraid now that house
has been bought, sold and lived on in
I used to go to a church
With a cross upon the
roof
However, that cross seems
to have gone
For, though it still
stands tall and proud upon the Lord’s house
I no longer live there
I’ve gone and moved out
The trees by the lot
And the flowers by the
trees
Still grow where they
used to be
All stays the same
For both you and for me
The only difference seems
to be my absence
I couldn’t stay forever
I now know that to be
true
But I would have liked to
live with you
Just a little while
longer
For, when I look back
upon my days
I see the days when I
played
The days when I cried
The days I could have
flown
The days I could have
died
When I look back on all
those days with you
It saddens my heart,
maybe yours, too
To think that they’ve
passed
Like all other days
Too slowly while they go
And too quickly while
they show
That they are memories
now
Sadly, nothing more
Just memories gone as
fast as passing through a door
No, nothing lasts forever
Not an office
Not a friendship
Not a house nor a church
But they are beautiful
while they last
However short that may be
When I look back on the
days
Very short, yes, indeed
I wouldn’t have changed a
single, little thing
For the days that we
spent together
Made my heart leap with
joy
My friends, you and I, we
had a great life
When I return to you
A short time from now
And things are different
for both of us
Remember that I’ll always
love you
As a true friend always
should
I’ve missed two years of
your life,
My dearest Avoca,
And there is not a thing
can be done to change it
But always remember
Those twelve years of my
life
You were my home, my hope
and my closest earthly treasure
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