Last Note From New York
this is a note, for anyone who wants to read it
sometimes we fall apart and sometimes life is a losing game
time seems to be flickering dim, as even the stars burn out
and at times, ashes, cloud the dust
sun up sun down this is how it feels to be no one today
to be not a woman, to be not a child
to be men, to reflect winter, through perils of faith
to stand out and shield thyself from wicked eyes
this is a message,
to those who know not if they'll make it
remember, the strongest individuals
were once among the weakest
if you are not sure what lies here after
do your best to appreciate
the moments you have
as cliche as it has become
what of life if not a riddle
for those of you alone on christmas
and pending holidays to follow
the world is exactly what it seems
for those surrounded but still in a void
remember this feeling and never let it go
sun up sun down, this is how it feels
to walk in gods hands
to be alright and be alone,
to unburden the strong
to lose yourself with in a song
to be unwanted even at home
redemption is more of a perspective
than it is becoming who you are
it’s like looking through the hour glass with empty pockets
unknowingly knowing time, is the only true currency
like wise words spoken, do savor your tokens
for those of you waking up from the lie
remember to be a person to
for everyone lost or drunk on hope
find comfort in the disdain
for the coming is not the entire truth
last but not least i leave you with this
hinder the forwards and progress the day
sip martini’s but don’t become apart of the ice
for water is a displacement that never stays
“this is a message for the beast
sunny side up, and i’ll be in LA soon
and yes, i'll be bringing the fire with me
will you die with honor or shall i severe that to”
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2018
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