Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Martin Roberts

Many a memory happy and sad.
Some to remember forever,
Others no regret to forget --
Must I live through this misery?
Where my children have passed me by and some to stay beside me?
Where day by day I am reminded of my losses and not of my gains?
But at the end of my time,
May I see all the blessings I have collected,
And not the ones I have lost.
Indeed, do not let me pass in misery,
But of a grateful heart that has been able to see much.

3 comments:

Darlene Sinclair said...

Are these two poems titled with men's names from our Septemeber assignments with Mrs. Hull? I love this one. Made my heart hurt a bit, thinking of loved ones of my own.

Boylemarky said...

I don't really understand what this is about, but, it sounds good.

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