One Day (a poem)
This is my story,
it’s one I know well.
Leaves that once green, have turned then fell.
It seemed like forever,
but we grew up at last.
Now here I sit, reminiscing the past.
This is my story,
it’s one I know well.
Leaves that once green, have turned then fell.
It seemed like forever,
but we grew up at last.
Now here I sit, reminiscing the past.
Let not the darkness consume you,
nor live in a world without hope.
For trying to live such as they do,
will leave you to suffer alone.
Looking at trees
that line the drive
while long in perdition
my heart it cries
Enclosed in its wounds
her visage it lies
the inside is dead
not but skin left alive
We all have scars
that tell their tales
of times we hurt
and those we failed.
Swirling, twisting, turning thoughts,
where life and imagined meet.
Long forgotten graveyard plots,
and grass beneath my feet.
If your goal is to get ahead in the world,
all that you gained will be gone
when this life ends.
But if instead you work
to shape your character,
it will be a part of you
as you step into eternity.
You may not be able to change the whole world,
but you can change yours.
If you live your life in a box,
it really doesn’t matter
how pretty it is on the outside.
© 2009-2026 E.L. Redwine