Give them their roses while their alive

 Is what many will say to do

 That wound to mend, a hand to lend

Friendships begin anew

Day by day, cloud by cloud, skies never stay blue

Take time to pray, and before they’re gone

Say here is my rose for you

His demeanor was not off putting, for he kept a smile so wide.

Often donning a cowboy hat, one that he wore with pride.

At times his chuckle could make me laugh, until I would ache and hurt.

His hands were rough when times got tough you’d swear he could move the earth.

In my mind I remember my Grandpa wearing khaki pants with a khaki shirt.

Fond memories I have of the fun we had those memories know not they’re worth.

The twilight of his existence, blended with the sunrise of my youth.

Now each day praying Lord please make me like the man in the khaki suit.

Be calm my love, it will get better tomorrow.

Pain won’t endure, neither will sorrow.

Our Lord, Our Lord how generous is he.

When healing our spirit, or setting us free.

When life deals us troubles we can’t understand.

Just close your eyes, and cling to his hand.

His promise is simple, time tested, and true.

When your spirit is aching, he’ll be there for you.

For a shoulder to cry on, I’ve got one you can borrow.

But be calm my love, it will get better tomorrow.

As I sleep at night, my dreams invite pastures and     old dirt roads.

This land has seen no helping hand, from              machine or even man.

This place of mine exists for time, of rest and peace in beauty.

Time will pass, but this land will last, unchanged as years roll by.

Memories made, dreams come and go, still scenes through my young mind’s eye.

A child when there, yet old in age, these pastures, this weather fair.

Another year passes, a whole generation, living but growing old.

They’ve all known its joy yet seen no change in these pastures and old dirt roads.

  A dream knows not, what it is to the dreamer

  A sliver of hope of what he one day might see

  The dreamer looks up, not down when in sorrow

  Staying steadfast today, for a brighter tomorrow

  Fighting the battle for what he saw in his mind

  He’s ready for victory, and he won’t fall behind

Defined by his goals, and where he desires to be

Yes that is a dreamer, and a dreamer is free

   He lives a life of sorrow

   Waiting for death to come

   He’s shut out the world he used to know

   Drowning his pain with rum

   The Lord took his wife too early

Now his heart can beat no more

Clinging to memories of long ago

Shattered to his very core

Rest easy my lady, my wife, my friend

I’ll soon embrace you once again

He prays at night, with his pillow tight

Streams of tears without an end

Through bloodshot eyes, come sad goodbyes

He swears to never love again

He slips away to slumber, under the crescent moon

Goodbye my love, please wait for me

I know I’ll see you soon.

Give me the strength to stand upright, though clouds linger above.

No more pain, I’m so tired of rain, and the mirror that came with love.

In despair I cried, what beheld my eyes, was the man that I once was.

I know him well and what he would not tell he would hide in secluded places.

Again the rainfall came now blending tears that run down his many faces.

I thought I knew him once, and I knew him well, for his pain felt just like mine.

His future unfolds, and a man moves forward leaving but a shell behind.

A divine transformation, for now what is gone, is the man that I once was.

Where did mommy go? Asked the young boy to his father

He said mommy went to heaven as his eyes began to water

So she’s with Jesus now? The boy then asked aloud

Yes she is my son, probably dancing on a cloud. Can she see us daddy when we’re asleep or when we’re playing

Of course she can and also when we’re sad or when we’re praying

The boy’s dad had to turn his back as his tears fell toward the ground

He hugged his dad and quietly asked, daddy please turn around

I’m sorry son I just miss your mommy, but it’s all gonna be alright.

I miss her too, and I know it will, because she tucked me in last night.