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offering
What is left to give? I gave my time, my life, my value I gave my heart, my tears, my joy All for you, none for me
cursed
Everything went wrong today, staring with breaking my shoe laces. Then there was the flat tire.FML! The last straw was the train blocking my route to work. Nothing went right this morning. Except the fact that after all those delays I was 3 minutes behind the drunk who ran the red light and broad-sided another vehicle, killing the driver
confide
I rolled over in bed, turned my wife's face towards me. I whispered in her hear my desire. To trust her, for her to trust me. This was our time, our intimacy. She knows my heart, my soul.
orphans
I see them in the street, dirty, worn out, clothes that should have been replaced a year ago. Their dirty faces peeking out behind the bombed out ruins, smoking, dusty, reeking. Their parents killed, shot by the Germans during the pogram to cleanse the world of Jewish filth. They welcome the funny men with steel hats that speak in words they don't understand. But these men have food, blankets and love.
struggle
It's my daily grind to get up and get out of bed To find something useful to do every day instead of work It's climbing that 13,000 foot peak It's my first half marathon Watching my dad die from Lymphoma in a hospice unit
harm
There is potential danger here. To my physical or emotional being. The hairs on my arm stand up, my skin pricks in anticipation. I am sweating and there is an intense know in my stomach.
bourbon
Smoky and full of fire I feel the smooth burn Just a few rocks to keep it mellow But I miss the peatiness of a scotch Mellowed, golden, smooth
wheelchair
Mobility for the immobile My aunt after her broken hip Aid, not dependency
tracking
I follow you with my eyes my gaze, intent, as you pass me on the sidewalk I see where you;ve been, where you are headed I've lost sight
trenches
where we played as kids more like creeks that pooled stagnant water war games and bike jumps more trouble than we could count moss and water, mud and muck
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