In front of you I can now stand
To proclaim that I was there
And how this old, fat, balding man
Knew that in love and lust all was fair
Never sure if I’d make it through those days
It took too many things to tell me I was alive
Without you I would’ve wasted away
I depended on you just to survive
I searched and tried to find my own way
Struggled so hard just to reach the door
I survived those years, but sad to say
A lot of brain cells were left on bar room floors
Too many tears that were my fault
Too many hurts that I never meant to be
Through too many unwritten assaults
You still remained there beside me
Pleasing verses, Jerry. Perhaps those ‘assaults’ can now prove food for your pen?
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Thank you Roland, I shall try.
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Quite a tribute
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Thanks Derrick
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And you are still there beside her. 🙂 You two have true love and commitment.
All of us look back on times that were tough…that we might wish we could re-do or change…but, it’s today and tomorrow that counts. We can choose to make today great and look forward to tomorrow with hope. 🙂
(((HUGS)))
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You know us well. Love everlasting for sure.
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Beautiful poem Jerry and a love song to the woman
that with love and courage helped you to find yourself.
I hope the word assault doesn’t cover the more
serious meaning of the word.
You say: ” I survived those years
But lot of cells were on the bar room floors ”
Wery evocative……at least you found some.😊 .
Miriam
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Thanks for your kind words. Perhaps “too many demonstrations of childish behavior” would be a better phrase…
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Let me reassure everyone that there have never been any kind of assaults from this man. The assaults he speaks of are the assaults that every day life brings. We’ve definitely weathered our share of those. They have only proven to make us stronger.
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Thanks for the support my wonderful wife.
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Oh, yes, we did call it the Seventies and now I am in my seventies! Good job!
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Thanks for stopping by and commenting. It is greatly appreciated
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Reblogged this on Life Less Ordinary.
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Thanks for the reblog. I is much appreciated.
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It’s strange how we often manage to hurt those we love the most, without any intention or malice. Forgiveness is surely the greatest mark of a love that is true.
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Jerry, this is really a moving and powerful piece and expression of intimate feelings! So well done!!! Bravo!
Chuck
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Thanks Chuck.
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You are so welcome. This was a great piece!
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