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All We Can Do (Is Keep Walking)

When will my choices stop being my own
Will I live with many people or will I be alone
I can’t dream if I’m a burden in my own home
I’ll walk in my slippers, my robe will be torn

But that’s not today my friend
The past, it may not let me back in
I hear it, they’re locking the wrong door
I decided I don’t need that one any more

I’ve come a long way, I feel like a sea shell
My shoes are dry, yesterday they were wet
I hope I’m not too far down the road for you
There’s some things I’m still trying to forget

But I’m not forgetting you my friend
I never have, that’s something I’ll never do
You’re so kind, it’s as if you love everybody
You humble me, I see why Jesus knows you

I’m a little sad but at least it’s not about today
I want to wave to the soul flowers without a stem
I wonder if they could see it in my eyes long ago
Silently saying how much I would miss them

Let’s talk about them together my friend
We’ll laugh at the way they made us smile
Put flowers on bones that once stood tall
Then walk down that road another mile

Comments

Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on November 02, 2019:

Thank you Lorna, Brenda and Louise. I am flattered for your kind words as each of you are as soulful as you believe my words to be.

Lorna Lamon on November 01, 2019:

There is a lot of soul in these wonderful lyrics Mark and the essence of eternity in each line.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on October 31, 2019:

A heartfelt poem full of emotions while one is aging, wondering if any of them notice.

Fearful of losing the yesterdays and hoping to remember the path once more.

Louise Powles from Norfolk, England on October 31, 2019:

That's a lovely poem, Mark. I love the words. =)