A Long Hard Hill

A Long Hard Hill

A Poem by Horse of a Different Color

The man I was may no longer be,
What ruthless pain she did cause.
Give I did, receive I did not.
Cruel in her unforsaken ways,
The Devil, I do believe, was her name.
For in her world i was meerly expendable,
In mine she was a fixture, That could withstand the test of time.
Love I did, Scarred I am.
Return to be that happy man,
Framiliar surroundings, but still the same.
Changed I am, but not in name.
To hug and hold someone dear,
Yet a sign i have says stay clear.
Afraid I am, to be a lonely old man.
Fight i must to free these chains,
No stone unturned in my search.
For one day i want to wed,
My other half beneath the steeple of a church.
Until that day I search on still,
Just trying to climb this long hard hill.

© 2011 Horse of a Different Color


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Added on August 9, 2011
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Horse of a Different Color
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I am a standardbred horse trainer, I enjoy photography, Horses, Car Races, doing anything with friends, Golf. I have done a few writings, not sure what else to call them cause they aren't really poetr.. more..

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