The Messenger / Poetry

Livin’ for tomorrow under a roof that leans,
Wearnin’ a  flannel shirt an’ second hand jeans.
Seen life’s blessings through what seemed like hell,
An’ a life remembered filled with sad stories to tell.

There were years when the sun failed to shine,
An’ the shoulders carryin’ worry were always mine.
Felt regret an’ found my way back to gainin’ some pride,
I reckon’ the dust settles even on the trails not fittin’ to ride.

Life’s engraved history upon my weathered face,
An’ I can’t help notice I’m walkin’ at a much slower pace.
My hair’s gone gray with only a trace of brown,
Now gravity’s turned my smile nearly upside down.

I’m like an’ ‘ol creaky door at the first morning light,
‘Til a couple three coffees not even my brain works right.
Today I saw a tattered crow hindered with a broken wing,
It wasn’t wallowing in woe, just grateful for the chance to sing.

amy elizabeth ©2014

About tbnranch

amy elizabeth, writer, author. Lives in the northeastern reaches of the Sonoran Desert on a small hobby farm. Raises Silkie Bantam Chicks and Laying hens.
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14 Responses to The Messenger / Poetry

  1. bykimball says:

    I liked the line about the smile.. Lovely.

  2. skinnyuz2b says:

    I especially love the last line. I have an affinity for crows, and love uplifting sentiments, so you pressed all my buttons. Great poem.

    • tbnranch says:

      Thank you so much! I seem to have a crazy amount of crows that visit my place, and two ravens too! Love the ravens, they have been coming here for years. Last year they brought their young for a short visit. :)

  3. I’m so glad you finished this one. :-) That last line is absolutely fantastic.

  4. bulldog says:

    Amy I do love your poetry… this was outstanding…

  5. Well, if a bird can do it, I guess we should too!

  6. This touched my heart beautiful :)

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