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|I Found Myself - Viewed 7540 Times|
September 01, 2003
|I found myself in fantasy,|
enjoying what I saw.
I met myself again today,
did history recall.
My mentors and my teachers all,
have taught me how to live.
And most important did I learn,
the need to life forgive.
No silver platter at my birth,
no jewels nor precious stone.
Just the love of family,
with it I’ve stronger grown.
Impatient was I with this path,
a step behind it seemed.
Yet through it all I did survive,
because I often dreamed.
Of God and snowcapped mountaintops,
of oceans emerald green.
Of ladies, “O’ So Beautiful”,
who came upon the scene.
I watched as childbirth revealed
three precious progeny.
Fought a war and then two wives,
longing to be free.
Served life’s time and worked for good
then found a perfect cure.
To loneliness that does exist.
for those of us unsure.
I cared for folks who cared for me
and lost a fight or two.
Knew great friendship, then it lost,
yet still I made it through.
I gave into humanity,
was scarred when I did fall.
Yet here I sit and write of things,
that still I do recall.
Lovers whom I never touched,
I knew them as a friend.
For those I touched have disappeared
too soon does passion end.
I carried all the guilt one can,
who has been Catholic raised.
Then turned to God as just a friend
and on his splendor gazed.
In simple things I saw it first,
the acorn on the tree.
The fish that swam beneath my feet
when resting in the sea.
The pelican that soared and dove,
to catch his daily fare.
The stars too numerous to count,
each night are in my care.
So many wondrous things I’ve seen,
since I did find my way.
But most of all I’ve found a friend,
whose love is on display.
|© 2003 David Devaney|