The Hardest Part
Far away
and farther still
grows innocence
and laughter spilled.
For wisdom comes
In breaks and stings
In the common things
of an ordinary life,
and a world accustomed to strife.
Hopes that dash,
an effort crashed,
finds brawny heart
turned fragile glass.
For every love lowered to the grave
wax cautious then detached.
Yes far away
and farther still
Are the hearts yet unaware,
not yet climbing the skeptics hill,
nor knowing the worth of a prayer.
For quickly fades oh guiltless youth
when truth be not
a required proof.
When was the end
year two or three?
when the heart still trusted
and by faith believed
that the journey
was never so far
or goodbyes
the hardest part.
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