Count the Love In Your Days
When the man you viewed
with all the strength is deemed
impotent, you start weighing
your strength in increments
smaller and smaller are
the things you can lift.
When circumstances are compared
you figure depression must be
hereditary.
When all you lived for is made small
because you couldn't find one person
to believe in your dreams.
You pray, "Lord, take me now"
But continue to wake each morning
feeling less than
a difficult problem becoming
harder to compute.
Push mute with turmoil
boiling inside
Take me away to those
biblical sunny days.
Hard seeing the ones you love
give up on love.
Life grows tiresome
Didn't expect for family
to be so far away
wishing for Sunday dinners
fried chicken and
handwritten letters.
Grandkids who come home
eventually
Hard watching him grow weak
not having all his family around
but that's the saddest part,
knowing I played a part
of breaking his heart
earning a living
came at a cost
Eventually
we will all
have to pay
(For my grandfather)
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