Ronald Bingham Poet Narrative

The Chain Called Life

I remember the day I left home and my old momma telling me it was time I was 
on my own.
    She said son you’re not a boy you’re nearly full grown.
She said you’ll make it fine please don’t despair.
    For I will always love you, you know son I care.
As my journey took me to many places and so many sites I have seen.
   The grass will never match that of my home nor of its pastures so green.
You can’t go back is what everyone seems to say.
    You can’t go back to live in those days of yesterday.
I just thank God for having a mother who knew how to share.
    I sure miss her soft words and the saddest part knowing that she is no longer 
there.
Each person is a link in life’s glorious chain.
    As some merely fade away others form new links to the ones that remain.
Each makes their mark as best that they can.
    Each mark is a link be it of woman or man.
Some links are shiny while others seem dull and quite pale.
    Each link has its purpose each link has its tale.
As life’s circle is connected in oh so many ways. 
    Remember only its laughter and life’s happier days.

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