FLOYD DIMARTINO AND DR. DAVE GRAYSON
"My wife is going to return, I have always known it,
Don't say otherwise, crumbling my hope away bit by bit,
She was lost in a sad place where evil resides,
Off in Vietnam, fighting in hopes to turn tides,
But I know she's not lost, home she'll return,
For if she doesn't the world I must burn,"
"Floyd, Floyd, I beseech thee to listen,
It's alright to let your cheeks glisten,
Grief is a natural thing we all eventually endure,
But do not let it consume you or delusions it will procure,"
"But I must wait for her return across the sunsets,
Nothing else matters, I'm loyal no matter what besets,"
"Your child matters! She exists!
These grief-stricken thoughts of yours you cannot allow to persist,
You are afraid to face the hard truth,
That your wife is gone and now you have lost your only daughter, Ruth,
You say you wait for your wife to return across the sunsets,
But sunsets promise tomorrows and not past presets,
Sunsets look ahead, not behind,
Please heed my advice and you just might find,
Other places that you can call home,
Your daughter may be estranged but that can change in only over the distance you roam,
Find her, tell her, show her you care,
Remember your wife together and solace just might dare,
Dare to find you, meet you, and greet you,
You are not alone and now Ruth isn't too,
Remember your wife, but not for what once was,
Remember dear Grace for what she still does,
Because of her you have a beautiful daughter,
Because of her your life is broader—"
"Remember my Grace for what she is still doing?
As if it was good to die for my viewing,
And maybe teach me a lesson on the way?
Your words fall short Doctor, goodbye, I mustn't stay,"
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Life's Stories
PoetryA collection of stories written in a poetic format that tell of the struggles many people face throughout their lives.
