ReflectionsA Poem by J. M. YearyAt the end of the day, we are left with our thoughtshidden fears, dark secrets, and boundless questions left unanswered. We live life through circumstance and consequence, and on many a day, we will take for granted the little things that make us whole.I tender these words as an afterthought Of times long ago, almost forgotten Locked away behind steely walls To save from harm, and guard from transgression Summoned only by the pen, and my wit As I journey forth through memories Traversing the cobblestones that mark my past Each step, one after another Humbles me, and I try not to stumble Upon the path that consequence has built
Many a herald came my way, And, as providence would have it I have borne witness to so much But reaped only a modest return In the way of truth or testament to life Yet guided by unseen hands, I persevere Forever proper to myself, and with certainty I traveled many a broken road Never unscathed and never faltered Looking back only on lessons learned © 2008 J. M. YearyAuthor's Note
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11 Reviews Added on March 1, 2008 AuthorJ. M. YearyWichita Falls, TXAboutI discovered this poem while I was looking through an old cemetery book at the courthouse in Crowell, Texas--a very good depiction of what most of us feel as we venture through life. Surely (at least .. more..Writing
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