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The calendar has spoken
It’s time to write
I’ll put out some worms
Maybe something will bite
What is it that people
Really want to read
Better yet
Is there a stirring that I feel
The painful bandage
That has been ripped off
My 17 yr marriage
Has been both good and tough
10 months of separation
Parallel being a survivor
As the year has progressed
I am happier and wiser
The 30 years
Of recovery from jones
Has put new marrow
Into my bones
Sometimes I see his face
In a passing car
I look right through his shades
And see a cruel prison guard
In 1978 with a loss this great
Nothing made sense we could surmise
Things had to be tossed overboard
So your personal ship could survive
To reclaim our lost parts
And to defy the fear
If van gogh could have done it
He would still have his ear
Valuable lost parts
Come in every size and shape
Creativity, humor,
How ‘bout being hopeful for pete’s sake?
This poem may seem flippant
But that’s not how I feel
As life has moved on
It’s about the meal
I try to eat good thoughts
That are hopeful and without blame
So when I fall asleep at night
What gets better is my aim
(Andy Silver is a frequent contributor to the jonestown report. His previous writings may be found here. He may be reached at andys604@aol.com.)
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