Fifty Two


Fifty Two

A single tear slowly makes it’s way down my face
I secretly accept it’s warm embrace
It’s journey reminds me that trouble won’t last always
See, that lone tear is the last of many I have cried
The others have come, fallen, and dried
A walk to the mirror lets me know I’m still here, still alive
Grateful I stand
For trouble and pain has taken many a good man
I look again at my hand
Prepared to play what I have been dealt
I know the greatest opponent I will ever face is self
A whisper to God “I may need a little help”

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5 thoughts on “Fifty Two

  1. And help is waiting for you…ask and you shall receive! If it was all roses, we’d never appreciate their scent. Bless the thorns that remind us of all we have to appreciate…despite the demons of troubles that wish to steal our attention. Nice write Percy! Your voice grows stronger with every visit 🙂

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