in stitches,
tears stream down my cheek,
grains of sand sprinkle my eye,
( sigh )
a stitch in time,
may save nine,
but my lesson has been learned:
don’t get too big for my britches,
after all,
life has been kind,
even if it often leaves me in stitches … … …
talkin’ corneal-transplantation stitches blues …
in stitches,
tears stream down my cheek,
grains of sand sprinkle my eye,
( sigh )
a stitch in time,
may save nine,
but my lesson has been learned:
don’t get too big for my britches,
after all,
life has been kind,
even if it often leaves me in stitches …
anchored by guilt,
echoes of promise snuffed out in the frigid air,
guilt hurls its snarl my way,
remember this and remember that,
as tears fail to fall,
from dry eyes,
weakened by the fight,
the unending skirmishes,
trench-warfare,
bleeding,
gushing hope,
for a few more tidbits of light
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raindrops,
like celestial nectar,
drench my winter coat.
i stagger,
wounded,
half-blind,
though no longer filled with dread,
for i walk on,
unsure,
oh yes, most certainly so,
yet filled with murmuring promises,
as i welcome the myriad paths that lie ahead …
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