I refection on loss, love, and being yourself |
Love’s Labor’s Lost I wise man once wrote My loved did labor, and I lost It was nothing of note She found something better With which to spend her time However she took The daughter of mine Blunt I am, As blood does flow Time will tell How this story goes My love she left And with child she fled To a man who beats her out of bed Better than me To people they do tell I am a monster Born of darkest hell My was are strange My words sit well In this world I struggle each day My pain and loss I stare at it all And count the cost Is it worth it to do it my way? Love, honor, respect This is my way It was yesterday, it is today Tomorrow is the question, is all lost? Money I do not have Joy flees from me Time, I have made sad Love, lost That life I could have had? No, it is worth the cost To be some else Is never the plan I can only be me Yesterday, today and tomorrow It is who I am Better to die as myself Than live as someone else Better to hunger free Than live as not me My chains I have dropped And to myself within I have gone out and loved again Moved on as they say To begin once again I did not lie to her About whom I was back then But my world freights her My life she distrusts I make it sound easy But it turns her world to dust Am I a cancer? A sin? A blight? Is what I do never right? Is my touch is pain? My caress a slight? Am I just darkness in which there is no light? No! I am not perfect, and I make mistakes But they believe to succeed you have to be fake So many I have love who have move on to others Most of those come back to me as if I was Mother Advice they do ask, and often do take On what to do how to be for themselves and their mate To teach their new love, How to be true To the person inside, and that’s what I do. |