Pieces of my life I've found,
Laying in my backyard, upon the ground.
A picture or two, of a person I knew,
Sometimes I just don't know what to do.
Tools of my trade, covered with dirt,
Missing pieces, make me hurt the most.
I guess they just don't know how it hurts.
Those thing that are forever lost.
Looking around every single day,
I've found pieces of my former life.
Nobody cared when I went away,
When I went away to care for my wife.
All material things, yes I understand,
As I hold a seed dial in my hand.
Things will get better, I'll plant one last time,
Maybe with new life, I'll get some piece of mind.
7/6/10 Alton Texas
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Lovely poem and well written,