I had a wife.
She was my life,
But it was a time filled with toil and strife.
I loved her dear.
And without fear.
Then came the day to shed a tear.
She asked to move on,
She told me not to miss her when she was gone.
It felt like my heart was staked to the lawn.
But her love couldn’t be bought.
So I gave in and accepted my lot.
One thing in life I’ve been shown.
All my relationships have been blown,
And I am meant to be alone.
I hate my pride,
And the way I’m never satisfied.
I love my drive to work and make,
Even if it’s just for motion’s sake.
I hate my reluctance to make a stand,
Even when the embers of my anger are fanned.
I respect my lack of complaints,
Though it doesn’t put me with the saints.
There are many sides to me,
Some I love, others a don’t want to see.
I have good traits and bad,
Some are happy, some are sad.
I try to maintain self respect,
Though I know I’ll never be perfect.
I see things.
I’ve seen children of means doing demeaning things.
And sons of poverty who spread their wings.
I’ve seen grown men beg for life,
And children throw it away to avoid a little strife.
I’ve seen grandiose homes with filth and grime,
And homeless camps that pristinely shine.
I have seen some men tell the truth.
I’ve seen more lie despite the proof.
I’ve seen sorrow and courage,
Calm and rage.
I’ve seen precious little contentment and plenty of resentment.
I’ve heard women scream as I stand at their door,
Because I’ve come to tell them they aren’t mothers anymore.
I’ve seen bad men get their due,
And self righteous ones who have no clue.
I’ve seen lots of things as a police man.
Some things others never can.
Now has come the time of day,
When the good little boys go out to play.
And by play I mean work and toil and strain,
To make a living and create gain.
With tired eyes he rises early,
To face the world so bleak and surly.
And goes out to face the day.
He hopes to improve the way,
His family lives.
And so he gives,
His sweat, blood and tears.
He faces many fears,
But never backs down to a single one.
Not till his day is done,
And he can finally return to the sweet embrace,
Of his loving wife and her tender grace.
A young Knight set out one day,
Decked out with sword and fine array.
He went to find a noble fight,
Some evil thing that he might smite.
His great wish was to find a maiden,
Who with distress was heavy laden.
So that the day he might save,
And win the love he so did crave.
So he searched far and wide,
To find the place where she might bide.
Her dragon he would slay,
And be the hero of the day!
But when she, he finally found,
It took no time till his hopes were downed.
The truth which his spirits daunted,
Was that he was simply not wanted.
For him she had no use,
So she said, Adieu, Goodbye, Tchüss!
Away he wandered and his hopes did fade,
And now he’s the Knight with no Crusade.
Dear Lord, I am lost.
I do not care the cost.
Please break and mold me.
And give me the strength to be,
The sort of man you’d want.
I hear satan cry his taught,
“You’ll never be a good man,
And you’ll be blown like dust before a fan.”
Dear Lord teach me strength,
And show me the length,
And breadth of your love.
That I might fit your plans as a glove,
Fits the master’s hand.
In your plan so grand,
Show me what you would have me do.
This I ask and for the courage too,
To do what it is you say, even when I fear,
Or when my rebellious nature sheds a tear.
Make me your man no matter what.
To all else please cause my heart to shut.
Make me as you’d have me be,
And let your love shine bright through me.
A pretty face across the room,
This is what you were to me.
Then you went and met your doom.
Now my wish to know you can never be.
I only met you once,
Didn’t even catch your name.
I’d been trying to speak to you for months,
Now I’ll never get too, such a shame.
I hope within you shined a light,
That will deliver you from the fiery lake.
If not I don’t envy your plight,
And I hope it’s at the feet of our maker you wake.
Thanks for the reminder of mortality,
That on tomorrow we cannot depend,
And that one should always look to their morality.
Goodbye, sincerely, your unknown friend.
She was a girl I met at school. I had wanted to get to know her. One Friday I finally gained the courage to speak to her. The following Monday we were told she had died in a car crash over the weekend. This is my tribute for what it’s worth. She was 19.