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Edited by
dcastelmissy
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Fri 01/03/14 01:04 AM
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I AM BUT WOMAN
By Missy I'��ll walk alone if life requires Through all the mist and all the fires Through pain and joy and who knows what Through good and bad be sure of that. I am but woman, weak and frail I'��m too inept to rig a sail I cry and laugh and make believe That all is well, although I grieve. I help my friends both big and small I help those short and also tall It makes no difference who they are They may live close, they may live far. Some friends are rich but some are poor On me they count and know for sure That I'��ll be there in time of need I always live by my life'��s creed Yet there are those who care not what They say or do and value not The one I am inside of me They are so blind they cannot see. That love lives here within my soul So warm, so deep so some have told They cannot see the hurt inside The pain, the love sit side by side. Through all life'��s paths, I'��ve walked it'��s true Through rain, through snow, through sunshine too. Some ways so hard were traveled through Some joys so grand I also knew. I'��ve born it all, for life'��s own sake For getting through the path I make I struggled here, I'��ve struggled there And where I'��d land, I knew not where. One step here and one step there It was mine to walk and mine to bear. I walked in faith, not knowing when The path at last would finally end. So here I stand before a door I wonder too, what'��s now in store For one who did the best they could Who stood up strong like she knew she should. When all she wanted was to just give up She walked and drank a bitter cup Of hardships, pain and yes joy too I ask you now, what would you do? I am but woman weak and frail I birth the nations and then set sail In mind and body, spirit too I offer counsel to the best of you. Weakness speaks but not to me. I am strong and great so let it be That I'��m the one who was chosen to Support the men who could not do. I raised the kids, alone you see There was no one who assisted me. I held their hands, when they were ill I comforted then, I comfort still. I was their strength, their tower too A job which men should often do But no man stood beside my side I searched so far and oh so wide. At last, it was alone I stood To handle all the best I could But all is well now you must know. I'��m faithful as I always show. I'��ve handled all life sent my way I did it night, I did it day I live my life well satisfied To know, at least, I always tried. 1/3/14 Missy |
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Far more than a poem, it's a walk.
a journey a remarkable piece really enjoyed this! |
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missy, i love your poem.
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Very deep, and very real.
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You're some woman, Missy! Like I said "the awesome shoes" fit you well! A real inspiring poem! Very talented!
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Missy, you're indeed a lovely woman. You aint weak. I love your poem.
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Nice.
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Sweet ....
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Thank you all for your kind words! Blessings to you!
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Missy, yer wee poems as cool as a Bull !
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Absolutely wonderful! I love your poem. Great talent |
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Fantastico, missy! Loved reading this!
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Thanks again everyone, I truly appreciate your very nice comments.
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That was an amazing read, a journey. I love this poem.
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Really gud missy!!!!!!
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Nice. |
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That was just in time to be alone on Valentine's day. It was so sweet it made teeth hurt way to way to much woman's liberish
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That was just in time to be alone on Valentine's day. It was so sweet it made teeth hurt way to way to much woman's liberish You call the fact that I raised 3 children on my own without the support of their father a "woman's liberish" issue. I call it love for my children and the courage to shoulder responsibilities on my own because of my love for them. I hope your teeth are feeling much better now. I also hope you're not alone on Valentine's Day! |
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