March
March winds blow and the memory remains
The day I had to leave and be on my way
Like a train into a black night
Without a conductor, no end in sight
Wrapped up in a blanket of doubt
Holding on to hope, not knowing how
To ease my trouble’s, kill the pain
Stuck outside in the pouring rain
World weary worry and feelings depraved
Of the soft easy comfort back in the day
Moving too fast and missing my home
People moving on and letting you go
To hold court on the corners of streets
Not knowing where to ever plant my feet
On solid ground a foundation so true
Remembering when I was finally removed.
Copyright © Jeffrey Bovee | Year Posted 2018
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