I Must Be Strong

A Poem by Austin

Just something I've been forming in my head a while. Thought I'd share it.

I force another step
out of these old, worn boots.
And with each lonely step,
I keep thinking about you.

The days I had a dream have passed,
They weren't the first.
They weren't the last.
I just move on thinking of my past.
Not forgetting, not this fast.

I walk upon another man,
bars of gold are in his hand.
Been a while since I've had cash,
Can't stick around, I've got to dash.

My boots are worn smooth out right now.
I ditch them for bare feet.
I continue on somehow
in summer Texas heat.

I remember good times and bad,
and honestly, it makes me sad.
It makes me sad I didn't see
Just how lucky I could be.

I eat the dust, I eat the sand.
I feel deserted on this land,
But it is all by my own hand.
I had a chance to be someone,
but didn't take my chance at fun.
I grew too fast for my own good.
I'm standing where my father stood.
Neither of us had much of a childhood.

Someday, though, I'll catch some sleep.
I'll stay in bed for a whole week.
Until then I live off winks.
I must be strong, I musn't be weak.