I’d originally started this as another page but I’ve decided to just start a “series” of posts. I’ve been writing for a long time, and while I look at most of my old stuff and cringe, I do treasure a few. My old signature was to not title my poems, just date them. So in this series My Untitled Past, I’ll post my old favorites.
November 16, 2009 The sun will always rise, I know that Out of everything not to be sure about Thats one fact I can trust My daddy may leave and my mama may soon die But the sun will always rise It holds so many different meanings A beautiful morn or another dreadful day A calm to the storm, a sign to show the way To me it means trust. Dependability. A kept promise of a greater light So much more reliable than humans Or even my own heart’s emotions I can’t always believe in those lies They’re tricky and sneaky, unsure of their purpose They’ll lead me astray But the sun? it knows what it is and what its supposed to do And it does it everyday Thats a model that I can follow An honest, trustworthy guide If I go by the same standard the sun lives byI think I’ll be alright, I’ll know how to rise
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