Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 80 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

The Path - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

I must refine all my personal measures
Balance my rights with my wrongs
Things push back have to do now
Rise to be able to surf above the storm
I need a solid ground to heal my heart
Place inside its valves a new song
Stitch up with love hate wounds somehow
Emerge like a child ready to play once more
I know I was made for a purpose
In my soul and mind I have no doubt
I promised to Him I would at least try
I’ve fought, lost and had numerous doubts
Inside my chambers is my journey wisdom
Its golden way and laid out course
The award, the feat and front line
The cheers, the nods of yes, and its no’s
I tire of this seemingly endless journey
Back and forth between these times
Whether I’m to live or going to die
If I go home or lay down beside
The road to my answers is ahead
I see the open gate in my eyes
I arrive morning to evening each day
I step fast but never reach its prize

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Consistent efforts that fails

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 9, 2013

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