Robert Johnson Poet Rhyme

Starting Over

Seven ton's fell down that day.
Crushed my life and took you away.
Left me standing in a pile of rubble.
Still in shock, I'm afraid I'm in trouble.

Post traumatic shuffling of paper's.
A day in the life of the soul shapers.
Begins the journey to where, you don't know.
Starting over, like it or not, it's time to go.

The world today doesn't look the same.
Makes yesterday's world seem like a game.
The artists paintings are coming into view.
It's the damndest thing, now you know it too.

You breath in deep to slow things down.
To calm those nerve's and get out of town.
Leave behind them worn out shoe's.
Starting over, win or lose.

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Lillie Williams February 3, 2014 at 11:56 AM Starting all over again Robert is always tough. But somehow we find ourselves hanging on and determine to make it. Your poems seems to reach out and touch life, and when I read them I feel that I can identify. Thanks so much I have enjoyed this write.

Andrea Dietrich January 9, 2014 at 7:18 PM Hi, again, Robert, and thanks for stopping by my poems.

Debra Squyres January 6, 2014 at 7:05 AM Such a wonderful flow of words... it literally bounced down the page. I feel loss and revival in your words. The starting overs are not easy with so much left behind.

Andrea Dietrich January 5, 2014 at 7:30 PM Hello, dear friend. Did I ever wish you a happy new year yet. I hope it is the one where you start over and have the best year yet. (wishing that for myself as well). I sure enjoyed seeing this new post from you!