The dearest me I ever saw
Died a long time gone
And though I’ve not quite missed him much
I know that he was special.
But though he may be gone for good
And raised no more to see
Room is made for other things
That struggle to get free.
I don’t feel that I’m getting on
But I’m not on my own
And even though the night is long
I think the day will come.
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As with much of your work, I like this but am not sure why–can’t put my finger on it, so I hope that’s okay with you. Guess I’d like to say that my “dearest me” is who I am now–so that’s pretty cool–maybe I’ll get even better? God bless you today and always–abundantly.
It’s ok to not know why.
You’re always so kind to me.
I guess the proper blog response would be: cheer up, buck up and all that…even if in my head I’m thinking man, that’s f’d up…=))
so I’ll just say as long as Tom cats still smile,laugh and share like Sweet cats, there’s only more to found in the “struggle to be free”. Best of Luck, Que.
Thanks for the good wishes.
We certainly do treasure those rascally younger selves–and even more that innocent small child we were. But, as you say, we do have to “get on with it”, don’t we, Sigh!
So true.