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This Man I Know

This man I know trudges along on his lonesome crusade
It seems at every turn there’s evidence, again betrayed

He made up for lost time once he figured out what he’d do
He’s an older gent or I’d say you might know him too

The guy beats on, dim-witted maybe, cuz nothing stops him
Rising from the hollow, forward despite the forecast so grim

Out there limping all alone he looks around just so he can see
With nothing and no one in sight how is it, he’s not free

Everywhere he goes he packs a smile and a word to the wise
Even if you don’t believe him, you can see truth in his eyes

People don’t see him along the way, he swears that’s okay
But from place to place he shows up in some unassuming way

Behind the scenes there are scars, there is pain and doubt
Maybe it’s the time, or maybe it’s just the chosen route

He presses himself to another place, looking to be embraced
Many times though, he gets a glimpse, or just a little taste

This man wanders some would say but he’d argue there’s cause
Misunderstood at times because he wishes for a time that was

I heard him once, calling up from some lonesome ole riverbed
Why won’t someone come rescue me, so I can rest my weary head

I’d bring it up to him but he’d reason there’s no need
Another somewhere in anguish would deserve to be freed

Off he would go into a distant sunset off of any beaten path
Resembling confidence despite the likelihood of more wrath

Open spaces deter him not, rather light up the lines on his face
Moving along, there’s another to see, in motion his favorite place

Perhaps one day you will see this old man, his eyes slightly aglow
You might not notice, but it could be a visit from this man I know

My little girl

Sometimes a path seems too familiar to be different from one I have seen before.



Words, they come with time, I pray between
Too much I remember from the places I’ve seen
Silence fills the space, light is driven from this place
A picture painted by the shadows in her face…”


The room I enter proves that she’s still here
Confused and spent, I smile, happy to see her
That’s my little girl curled up, barely awake
I sit, I wonder, if she’ll apply all that it takes
I know she knows, it’s been instilled from day one
But like the saying goes, easier said than done
I might even say that’s me, lying silently near my chair
Peace, calm, and content mask the inner despair
Those eyes are so familiar now as I stare
My own blood runs through those veins there
I’ve seen the lines on those hands somewhere before
My palms turned up seeking answers too hard to ignore
The profile is the same as the one I’ve seen for years
My mirror reflects it when I hide there from my fears
Traits so familiar as if they were my very…

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