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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “Some people go through life. Others grow through life.” --- Robert Holden I felt the loss flow through my veins Leaving me with heart ache and shame That I couldn’t make the marriage work Why wasn’t I good enough? Strong enough? Wise enough? I soon learned that nothing I could have done Be it giving in to always allowing him to win Or simply letting go of all the lost hopes Praying for the chance to feel so close and warm Whatever might have been Was not enough to make us strong Sway our hearts to grow more Loving and alive Together I felt like I’d been kicked in the soul When my friend died and I had to let go Knowing that I wouldn’t have the fortune Of showing them the love that I had for them With gentle revelations that spoke Of my heart’s bond and amity The assurance that I could be The best friend they could Ever believe in I learned that death is beyond my control With the pain and anguish Grows a heart that assures The spirit that we can always know Love like this lives today In heaven where we May pray to visit When the time Brings our Conclusion I felt discouraged when time brought to me Wrinkles and sorrow, knowing that tomorrow Would only be filled with more Pain and disillusionment Feelings of confusion Because they are called The golden years Yet I was feeling Black and grim Like a sting That throbbed Unbearably I learned to count my blessings and have faith That these present moments Were a breath of grace Sent to all who live With the assurance That the gift of living Is truly in the giving From the heart And soul And, so, I grow old With the hope That I give More than I take
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