Old Eyes
a ghost in my vision
shadowed by the day
strange how strong my
thoughts this morning
to manifest later
and by what means of sway?
hold tight
to a tree in a storm
whose roots go well deep
battered, torn and bleeding
hold tight
even when on your knees
only God knows how long He will supply
at what point
will I walk no more
celebrated in the seasons of strength
now strengthen me to celebrate
when those seasons are gone
always mistake my purpose
good for nothing
when nothing's good for long
as a reason equals another
divisible until it comes down to
one
always my motivation
my first care and concern
the only reason my heart exists
the reason that I still learn
they learn best by example
my number one, my three
always have been my purpose
my reason for everything
poem by La La La Laurie
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