Lonely Are the Days

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


LONELY ARE THE DAYS

By Al Garcia

I reminisce as I see the beauty of a sunrise or the gentle swaying of a tree arouse and ignite the passion of joy and the rapture of living within the broken and exhausted heart of those who grieve and mourn the loss of those who made each day complete? 

I took so much for granted.  The word, the hug, the kisses that I got from those that taught me and those who guided me along my path.  I neglected to tell the friends that walked and talked with me and uplifted me, how much they meant to me.  Time, exhaustion and weariness took many away from me.  War, hatred and youthful invincibility extinguished the dreams of those I was supposed to grow old with.  And time deceived me and betrayed me. 

Family or friend, the hurt of loss profound.  They made each day I lived complete.  They made me laugh with joy and made me feel their sadness when their heart was low.  Each day was filled with expectation and revelation.  Each moment one to be shared.  And now I watch as the sun begins to rise, alone, with only memories of those who shared and cared. 

And I ask myself, why only after we have lost someone, do we finally understand and realize the part they played in making each one of my days complete? 

I watch as the sun begins to rise again.  My youthful invincibility is gone.  I only feel the exhaustion and the weariness of having seen the many sunrises that my family and my friends never had a chance to share with me.  And lonely are the days as I look beyond the mountain top.


Submitted: May 23, 2021

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