Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

A reach ~

Oh would you carry me
when I am old and gray?

Then will you bury me
should I no longer play?

Let out a laugh of cheer
to keep me in your heart
before you dump me in the ground
and sing the song of blessed lark ~

Maybe not?


  1. Hey Dixie,
    Ah yes a Studebaker Lark.
    Way back when, when I had long hair and long sideburns, I drove such a car.
    A thoughtful poem driven from the heart.
    Take care, my friend :)

  2. Hi Dixie. We don't have the Studebaker marque in the UK but, thanks to Gary's comment above, this lovely little verse has meaning for me!
    Click here for Bazza’s Blog ‘To Discover Ice’

  3. Ah Gary, the good ol' days. My "Stoodue", blue on rust, sat in the woods for a year before I first laid eyes on it. Cranked the first time; sent a thousand spiders running.
    Straight from the heart, yep, yep, yep. Thanks Gary!

  4. bazza, I suppose that's why I exist... to give meaning to someone about something! Or is that a coincidence?
    "...this lovely little verse...". Thanks bazza :))

  5. Yes, Mike and it was painful to think about too.(smile)


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