Thoughtfulness
Sitting here beneath the partial moon,
is it time to set out, or is it too soon,
Should I fan the fires of my contemplative coal,
as I ponder the thoughts of my soul.
Watching the stars race, in endless mystery,
Viewing the playback of my history.
How I miss her companionship, her time, her love,
Yet she’s return to the father up above.
What do I do with the rest of my life,
When there is a hole that was filled by my wife.
Love lost love gained through the racing of my brain,
you think too much some might say; “No” I shout as my refrain.
Thoughtfulness and prayer will guide my pace,
for this life, it is not a race.
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