Some Mornings Poem by JAMES T. ADAIR

Many are concerned with earthly life
them, sometimes I count myself among
But the climb to happiness has been rife
with heartache better suited for the young

and all of life seems to have come undone
When I awaken from disturbed unrestful sleep
as I sip my coffee, inside I sometimes weep
for the treasured things in life I could not keep

Those dearest people and feelings unspoken
and all the hearts and dreams forever broken
I rise to do the best I can, for I'm a humble man
Not one so easy, I realize now to understand

Even my humor is not other people's brand
but I promise, if they knew me truly
my heart inside is softer than my hand
though my hand is solid, yet softer than fine sand

Seeing life now temporary
I feel the freedom to be contrary
and speak as I really feel
and confess, unnoticed, that this heart of mine

once so crushed and then hardened by pain
is not these days made of steel
I need a woman's true love to make it feel
longing for something lasting and real

© James T. Adair