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To Valerie
Shadowlike, shambling along Living a lonely existence Praying that nothing goes wrong. Though our bodies look healthy Our souls tremble with pain Twisted, bent, bruised and defeated Never to know joy again. You talk of greatness and splendors Bright children growing up tall We never had our childhood Now we clutch straws lest we fall. You climb the steps of achievement Marry the handsome and rich We take whatever is given Struggling to find our niche. Oh, how we wish we were flying Up, through the skies overhead But our wings have been clipped Our feet weighted with lead. You are all pleasant and happy Plan future years with hopes high We wake at night and feel lonely Sit in the darkness and cry. You smile at us and advise us: Cheer up, take heart and have hope. Can you not sense our depression? Can you not see we can't cope? We are the walking wounded Come, look us straight in the face. We are the walking wounded Here you go, but for God's grace. |
Author and Curator: Dr. David P. Stern
Mail to Dr.Stern: david("at" symbol)phy6.org .
Last updated 15 May 2002