Years ahead stretch their hands,
To embrace you with warmth
The lord meant it to be this way
My heart grudging; fails to consent sway
But this wayward soul....
It has its purpose strong
Knows beyond the right and wrong
It fails to move away
It stays not to intrude
Or do anything crude
Just to simply fill
The void, with warmth...
If it is possible
To add a smile....
In sheer persistence
Get kicked;
with all the foul thoughts
Of regular burdens
The must do lists;
Unavoidable...
Of course; You have
to get through them
if life were to poetry be!
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