Poetry

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I’d like to be you for a day,
Know what you feel, say what you say.
We could trade places and our faces
Live the lives that seem to make us.

I’d have a feeling you’d be reeling
Over the things I believe I’m seeing,
As I would you; the joys, the blues,
Make the choices that you choose.

I think I see things so clear,
That I forget my windows are smeared.
I bet you often feel just as sure,
Led to believe your views are pure.

I wish I was much like you,
And see all as you do.
I wish you were just like me
And see now as I see.

The trials we face are common to each other,
Temptations we know are their brothers.
We both wonder what life has brought,
Seems we’re cut from the same ol’ cloth..

Yet you’re still there, while I’m here,
Feeling our tears, as well our cheers.
We speak of things so very starkly,
Of what we see in a mirror darkly.

Maybe I need an eye transplant,
From the Doctor, heaven-sent.
Not for my head, but my heart;
Would what I’d see tear me apart?!

Still you’re there, while I’m here,
So far apart, even though so near.
Fixed like two islands in stormy seas.
The storm drowns out our drastic pleas.

A Day is coming, when storms now thronging
Give way to the noise of praise.
We’ll know of things we’ve been longing,
As He knows us with our days.

© 10-30-08

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