When I Think About It

When I think about how often I have wanted to cry

yet somewhere a wall of deceit would not answer why.

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This same feeling wore my skin as a young child

Who would imagine now, years later, so beguiled.

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We grow through life like naked limbs in winter

frozen to the wind’s sharp bite, yet fragile a splinter

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We might count upon a moment of pronounced clarity

One that allows our lives to avoid such disparity.

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My life is what it is today as I stand before you,

who would know this love is simply now so true.

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I have crossed many roads, swam along the river bed

At times felt wonder and fatigue with the paths I’ve led

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Yet as shines that amber  I will begin to travel anew

knowing just then I might again weather the blue

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We must always achieve a decisive need to prevail

lest our lives become rather tattered, misread and frail

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When yesterday I knew I did feel such a certain way,

When I think about it I would not wish me away today