25 Years Poem by Stephen Holcombe

Far too long with wasted time
Imprisoned heart for my crime
For 25 years I've harbored these fears
Of first love sailed from my distant pier
Shifting cultivation from aimless homogeneity
Loathsome shrew after loathsome shrew
As rigid as life has schlepp me through
I oftentimes find myself during visiting hours
Orating to my imprisoned heart for my crime
Looking from afar affliction has me grief-stricken
I clean forget the love sailed from my distant pier
For decades, as I repeat this vicious cycle
Until all hail from far back shores, I hear a voice
A voice from my distant pier, crying out as my fog clears
I've loved you from afar for 25 years.