Sunday, September 22, 2013


A poem written some weeks ago. In the midst of my usual summer suffering. This summer was worse than most, the troubles lasted 10 weeks. I didn't post it then because I knew how upsetting it would be to some. But since I'm now getting better, I'll post it.  


Tonight I'm broke down weary

Tonight I'm bone soul tired

Life is long and hard

And you live it every day

And some days are bright with joy

And some are sharp with sorrow

And many cut you deep with pain

But today

Today is just plain weary

Today is tired and old

Even so,

Today is done and gone

And tomorrow

There may yet be brightness 

There may yet be joy

There might yet be joy

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