Waking Up To The Care Of The Fire Poem by gregory collins

Hold back the tears
for all the wrong reasons,
and fall through the cracks
that are built to last

because if tomorrow is without a roof,
then how in the world
can the last beat of my heart
not know what it means;

How come i remember so many things
i will never see again.

I guess the old boy inside me is like everyone you meet.
I guess what is on my mind is too numb to feel.

No doubt the meaning of success is lost in our little world.
No doubt desperation can't keep up with ambition.

Our memories always remain behind us,
and some nights there is nobody lying next to me
but the moon: and i say a little prayer before sailing away.

I say if you keep on drinking,
you will be shackled to the shadow where no light can sleep.