WAITING BY MY DOOR

WAITING BY MY DOOR

I threw my pennies deep in the wishing well,
After years of traveling in suspended hell.

A reckless course of sorrow had become my daily bread
And Fate like a tornado came and kicked me in my head.

Bleeding by the roadside, bruised and feeling sore,
Until the day I found your mercy, waiting by my door.

A rush of symptoms unforeseen, a diagnosis dire
That left me dancing like a fool on top the circus high wire.

All the sad and lonely years I’d too long called my own
Until you opened up your door and gently called me home.

The day that I first met you is emblazoned on my mind,
The stories told of relatives, the bittersweet parade of time.

How you loved your mother the way I cherished mine,
A glimpse of heaven in your eyes, a glorious paradigm.

By evening’s end my heart was sold on all you had to give,
My date was kept with destiny, at last I learned to live.

I held you tight upon the sofa, kissed you lightly on the lips,
And all the while my heart grew wild, emotions doing back flips.

Since that night you have learned my secrets,
Crossed the threshold of my fears.
Helped chase away the demons, wiped away my tears.

Bleeding by the roadside, a beggar lost and needing more,
Until I found your kindred spirit, waiting by my door.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2008
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