A poem, by drbirchett. Updated – 2015

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As we  journey life’s twisted corridor

never knowing what lies ahead,

We all too often stop and ponder,

the things we’ve done or said…

Images and errant thoughts

run rampant, round our heads,

as little ones, and new companions

asleep, lie in their beds.

Revisiting, days gone by,

and thoughts of yesteryear

tears may well, and pain strike hard;

from memories held dear.

Mayhap we’ll see things as they are,

The cold hard facts, the the wounds, the scars;

And yet again we still might see,

some things they way they’re meant to be.

Life unfolding, found anew,

each past transgression’s,

lesson learned.

The scars and wounds,

medals one and all,

for each one of them, is earned.

Yet still those thought, are ever

sad, our minds are often turned…

for a friendship of such power,

gone, may leave a man so lost…

His soul, yes, bruised. His thoughts?

Forlorn, he see’s nothing but the cost.

And memories of days gone by?

Hah. Merry? perhaps, but bitter sweet,

As one word haunts us…

“We.”