Posted by: Ron DuBour | December 8, 2018

Daily missive breaks into the weekend for Saturday the 8th of December.~by Peter Forster


 

 

Daily missive breaks into the weekend for Saturday the 8th of December.

Hold my hand
Lead the way
I am a stranger 
To the practice of friendship
When so much has been lost
Freely given
There comes a time
When the cupboard is bare
Stripped of all that once was
Rarely measured
Overflowing, bubbling
A cataract of goodwill
Filled to the brim
With the bounty of love
Bound by
The beauty of a pure heart
Now in short supply
The reservoir all but dry
The foundations undermined
By a shift in time
My strength
Of purpose all but leaked away
Am I now stretched out
In the dark
Before you parched
A sun dried
Saggy old sack with
A sorry tale to tell
Of lost love and hardship
Is that enough
To seek company
In a band of strangers
In what might be a late revival
With timely support
There is a little hope
Rehabilitation
Will realign
My belief in
Trust and love
As the only purpose
Of survival


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