I've lived a bit and read much in my short time on this earth. I have very stories that I go back to more than once or twice. Even smaller number than I can recall with perfect clarity. This story will stick with me till the day I pass away. I'm very stoic, my emotions are always bottled on the shelf. Many of those bottles just broke and fell.
Thank you,
Thank you for this gift,
We really didn't deserve it,
Yet here it is,
Awaiting our eagers hands,
To gently open it,
What a gift inside,
A story that captivates the heart,
From the start,
Life is but a stepping stone,
On the road we share,
We have our highs and our lows,
In the end of it all,
Death is simply waiting,
To gently hold our hand,
To help us take the final step,
This story really shows this off.
Now my thoughts on this,
My heart really is made of stone,
Not much moves it anymore,
Anytime I feel a stir within,
I push it to the side,
Not wanting to relieve what I've lost,
Yet this story,
A fleeting one to be had,
Chipped it all away with ease,
I was weeping of sadness and joy,
This story is really a treasure,
I simply cannot give the justice it deserves,
So sitting in the field as the sun starts to set,
I wish you all the best,
I really mean it,
You've given an old weathered soul,
Another reason to push forward,
My time now is running short,
The sun is about to rest for the night,
The stars about to rise,
If I could more than this,
I would give you all a wonderful gift,
To show my appreciation for this,
Yet all I can do is write,
Now it is time to say,
Goodbye,
Wishing you all the best from my heart,
Shon