I grow old waiting
Knowing you will never come
Wasting my short time
Logic tells me to move on
But hope keeps me locked in place
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I grow old waiting
Knowing you will never come
Wasting my short time
Logic tells me to move on
But hope keeps me locked in place
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The unexpected
Colors the dull hues of life
Like the painters brush
Morphing the starkest canvas
Into a virile art work
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Uncomfortable skin
Wrapping unknown destiny
Who am I to be
A question answered at death
By looking back at our life
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Self-esteem of youth
Broken by thoughtless discourse
Like carnival glass
Scattered in minuscule shards
Is laborious to mend
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Outside–
You see a face,
Weathered, showing the wear of time,
Wrinkles carved like dry rivers
Affixing character to a once youthful landscape.
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Soft skin hands, wipe the sweat from the brow,
Long since retired from hard work,
Thin and gnarled,
They are more bone than flesh,
Still their past loveliness remains.
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Hunched, from the years
And back breaking work
It’s a struggle just to stand up,
Yet there is nary a complaint uttered
Thankful just to have lived.
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“Come with me”, said in whispered tone,
Taking a frail trembling arm in compliance,
Photographs yellowed, faded show glorious youth,
Beauty, fifty years past gleams brightly in your eyes
Though the blue is less brilliant.
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“This was me”, as if unrecognizable
Pointing with an arthritic finger
Leading to story upon story.
“You see a face…”, spoken with a smile,
“But I am so much more…”
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I’ve lived longer than many
And not as long as some.
With each days pass I am thankful,
Thankful for living a full life,
Whether it be one day or one hundred years.
Every life is full,
Perhaps not to those left behind,
But it was to they that lived it.
It was theirs and no others;
Their birth, life and death,
They knew no different .
This was the gift, the time they were given .
Will I have a tomorrow?
I know not the answer,
I do know that what will be will be,
Of that I am certain
And no amount of angst will alter it.
I cannot think of tomorrow
For it may never come.
What I have is here! Is now!
This is the entirety of life
Until the next moment arrives, God willing
And I’m given a little more time to live…
This full life.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Trapped in this chasm, my mind
Constantly looking…
Searching for something only I can provide
Realizing, but still denying the power
Peering into the eyes of friends and strangers
Seeking approval…
Begging for their projection of happiness
Only to be disappointed
Let down by their inability to meet my desires
My need for acceptance,
My need for love,
My need for joy that once staked claim to my soul
But has since blow away
Sailing to parts unknown
As I lay quiet staring at the stark white ceiling
Tears, salty and warm sting my bloodshot eyes
Crying as I’ve done so many nights before
Tomorrows another day
Maybe I’ll find what I am looking for on the other side of the door
Waiting to embrace me
Envelope me
Wash me in the happiness that I so desperately pray for
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Celestial star
Pulse, the heartbeat of heaven
Life breath, nighttime sky
Reaching out to touch my soul
You are my cosmic lover
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
This darkened doorway
You never asked to enter
At others mercy
You were born into this world
To live, struggle and pass on
Make more of your life
Than what was given at birth
This should be your quest
Do not squander this reward
For their is no greater gift
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~