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Why am I crying?
The music of my life is fading My youth is beyond capturing The tears are just there Ignored by sons and lover Who used up my space I am crying because of Inconsequential battles Lights off ...Water shut down Rent late ... Phone silenced I am not a self-provider I share in the experience without reward No confidential aims or plans Does even God know I am here? I reach out and feel only space Friends are like Job's I am a leper to fear Pity is momentary Why am I crying? Because I lost the fear of lightning Day is pale and nights only time zones Glory to God there is a dawn Tears burn as rain wets Hearts ache as mind projects Hands obey I will dress I will sing Send messages announcing: "I am here!" Another day may bring me down Trampling hopes and spitting on dreams I may never be great But I Will Live! Earthene Fleming March 20, 1988 Revised11:31 AM 5/31/2005 ` Author's Comments: "I wrote this when I was turning fifty. I had not accomplished all the things I deemed as important. That is how I felt that day, anyway. It was just a moment in time that I outlived. Too, I acknowledged that I had never stopped going out to lunch.
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