The chinning bar is on the door,
The boxes are on the garage floor,
Memories linger everywhere,
Of happy times we used to share.
Dear people you'll never know,
Of the love I couldn't show,
It wasn't coz love wasn't there,
I just didn't know how to share.
The years went by too fast for me,
I'm just beginning now to see,
That in my quest to be the best,
I burned out young- you know the rest.
You'll see some reasons why,
I did things that would make you cry,
I failed you so over the years,
But God reached down to dry your tears.
My heart rejoiced now as I,
See how His love helped you get by,
You've grown to be a blessing too,
Others will thank God for you.
So I share this with love,
What happens when our Lord above,
Takes a messed up life like mine,
And make ashes begin to shine.
My wife has suffered from the curse of depression for decades, too scared and vowed to live, it robs her of life. It leeches her vitality leaving nothing but sadness and tears. It is horrible. I pray that she like you finds hope.
ReplyDeleteWhen I first read the poem it made me start thinking how much it sounded like my life. It just reminded me of my life too much.
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