November 26, 2022
There are days that I no longer feel like standing tall,
Days that I feel not so good and feel rather small.
There are times that I feel like I don’t have the will,
There are days that I don’t feel like I can stand at all.
There are days that the world feels like it is standing still,
Where I am thirsty and hungry and cannot get my fill.
These are the days that the world just seems to stall,
And the universe just conspires to subjugate my will.
Though I stand on the parapets and balance on the wall,
And though I teeter on the precipice and threaten to fall.
I close my eyes, let center and balance imbue and instill,
So I can raise my head, and stand and cast aside this pall.
And so l lean on you, my friend, for faith and goodwill,
A life each day with no need for escape nor suicide pill.
This was not the case not too long ago if you will recall,
Long before I could conceive of such a life fulfilled.