I watch the birds fly
On a cozy Thursday afternoon
Together they are strong
Sharing strength for the night to come along.
How lucky they are!
Gliding in the air despite the dust
While I am leery of my every move
I can barely find anyone to trust.
His voice reverberates
Telling me not to rue the day
I lost few friends and tore my heart
And threw some precious dreams away.
He wasn't a perfect source of wisdom
Or life lessons I can learn
But he cares for me as his son
And no one else can take his turn.
When I tend to lose myself...
I remember him
No matter how dark it may seem
I'll remember him.
©eugeneinfinity
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