Dismissed
when my time is gone
and death is at my door
and my body's beat and broken
and will not go no more
when you feel my absence
and shrug off a cold, cold wind
and you look all around you
and cannot find a friend
and you peer into a mirror
and see your old, tired face
and you cannot help but wander
what's the point of this here race
and then you will remember
and then you will recall
the moment you first held me
and the times you dropped the ball
and you'll wish you had of known me
and the love i had to give
when all the ones around you
reminisce on how i lived
and you'll see that i was good
and how i handed out my heart
for the world to share or ravage
and you'll wish you'd had a part
and then i know you'll love me
and will realize what you've missed
in a friend so strong and true
in the daughter you dismissed
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Awesome
An awesome poem Melissa!
well compiled and extremely touching,
Debs~
Aging..
can be such a bitch, the body is breaking, you wish you could switch. So sad when the mind feels twenty eight but each morning you find yet another ache. Roads taken and detours made, most of the hand has already been played.
Thanks.
greg
poiniant
Its sad to think so many fathers misunderstand the beautiful free spirit of their sins and daughters.
Let me never be one.
poiniant
Its sad to think so many fathers misunderstand the beautiful free spirit of their sons and daughters.
Let me never be one.
thanks everyone for all the
thanks everyone for all the comments. its always nice to get some response. appreciate it..melissa
yeah, tough subject
well written. It's hard to see a parent always gone either physically or emotionally. My Dad was gone all the time. It was his job but when he was home he was engaged with us. Hopefully you will grow into a relationship. Thanks for sharing gives me pause for thought. raskin
~Be a Joyful Giver~
Melissa,
You are a very gifted writer!
It is really painful when you believe you have been dismissed. In spite of their dismissal...be present to yourself. Be what you want to be, and they will take note...they will take note!
I learned that lesson a very long time ago; be true to your worth. In the end, all that really matters is that you gave it your all...right?
Joy is the art of giving and many people, including parents, sometimes do not know this truth.
Keep up the beautiful writing. Joy will be yours.
Warm regards,
Kathy