Dom DiFrancesco

Musings of an Aspiring Author and Poet

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  • A Common Life

    A COMMON LIFE

    By: D. DiFrancesco

    Dreams of greatness pass
    Like the flickering flame of a candle doth die.
    Youth brings thoughts that cannot last
    Through every hope reality replies.

    Ambitions push for fame and glory
    These too are dashed in fires eternal.
    Ministering to the flock the age old story
    Left for lifes pleasures carnal.

    To serve with honor next desired
    On oceans of blue and green not to be.
    Parental opposition they both conspired
    To steer this ship into calmer seas.

    So many attempts have I endevored
    To make my way on paths I’ve chosen.
    To no avail the byways severed
    A common subsistence I’m now beholden.

    Regrets at one time there were so many
    Now reconciled I am at peace.
    Born to this world a life of frenzy
    The joys of experience cry out for release.

    Tears no more will my eyes engender
    My path to destiny fulfilled.
    To the little things I prize surrender
    A troubled conscience now stilled.

    I worry no more of roads less traveled
    As a life lived well is a life worth living.
    Those that I love smooth what I have raveled
    Content to pass on with all I’ve been given.

    So worry not for me when the time doth come
    The fruits I’ve inherited, greater than my share.
    Resolute I’ve gifted far more than some
    Prepared to leave this world with nary a care.

  • Soldiers Lament

    By: D. DiFrancesco

    Its warm and quite now
    Oceans of tan and brown fade to black
    I close my eyes but sleep seems to elude me
    They don’t want us here.

    Dawn arrives with a boom!
    Haze clouds my vision
    Restless sleep proves no reward
    They don’t want us here.

    Boots hit the ground!
    Dust flies almost blinding
    The sounds of yelling and running feet fill my ears
    They don’t want us here.

    Shouts of mount up, split the air.
    Iron horses within we ride
    Cloud thick dirt becomes the air I breathe
    They don’t want us here.

    Spider cracks, mirrors shattered
    Rocks not stones thown with reckless abandon
    Duck for cover out of natural reflex
    They don’t want us here.

    We’re here to help.
    Superiors echo, they tow the company line
    Calls for retribution go unanswered
    They don’t want us here.

    Menacing children their parents aware
    Deference expected at all costs
    Villages many, quietude evades
    They don’t want us here.

    Back to drab structures we call home.
    Rest and repair awaits
    Animosity subsides with works resumption
    They don’t want us here.

    Supplanting shattered glass
    A ritual most repeated
    For tomorrow will reinact this dual of wills
    They don’t want us here.

    To whom do we owe this greatest of honors?
    A chance to die for what end
    The new day replays the deadliest of dances
    They don’t want us here.

    With a final salvo its time for slumber
    Wash the Afghan filth from a body that aches
    Dawn’s break is right around the corner
    They still don’t want us here.