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William J. Jr.
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William J. Jr. Atfield
Oh, so many times, feeling like a pilgrim,
standing alongside life’s road – it’s rim
watching, observing, being a part of the folly
- that being in love, one would believe - jolly
could be the ways, the highways and byways,
bringing together two as one – for always
and in all ways – forever and a day
as they live, love, talk, work and play
throughout the hours of their life – together
meeting life’s ups, downs, challenges, stormy weather.
To do so, it takes the hearts of two - to be as one
to carry them above and beyond all that life has undone.
Life for them, separate, apart and it seems neither
can find a place to come together – be as one, either,
for the sake of love, friendship or any kind of relationship
where there might never be a hurtful, mean-spirited quip
that will disillusion, cause pain, knock one to the ground,
- that in the end, distances – turning everything around.
The Pilgrim, then must become a wayfarer upon this land,
knowing love, passion, desire, dreams have no place to stand
among all the helpless romantics, all the believers
who want not, to be in the arms of a deceiver
– even if they do not understand it is a game they play –
the deceivers who can make – for one who loves – a sad day.
The Pilgrim, then must – as a wayfarer – walk alone,
doing so, - with all his experiences, feelings – on his own,
chasing that illusive Dream, the Light, of his desire
while the Cold North Wind’s indifference extinguishes the fire
that burns so hot – so deep within his heart –
turning all he wanted to be, into dust, carried in a funeral cart
down life’s bumpy road – this weight, this heavy load.
Now all is, it seems, gone – love upon him never shone !
B. J. “A” 2
February 27th 2009