New Poem - I’m Heavy When Wet
I’m Heavy When Wet
by John O’Brien, Jr.
The rain falls softly, winter has gone back to fall
The Bucks beat Michigan and the Browns couldn’t quite climb the wall
Leaves are so heavy, when wet - starting to rot
They once drifted so softly, swirling on my lot
Burning reds and orange are now sludgy smelly brown
The RA ache, keeps knocking me down
I rake and I stop, I rub and don’t complain
won’t be long at all, till snow takes the place of the rain
I love a White Christmas, families gathering and warm smells
and how carolers voices, charm the hinges off the gates of hell
Evergreen garland and the lovely white lights
children’s laughter peeling, and a moratorium on fights.
Empty trees will turn from scary, frightening on Hallow’s Eve
to breathtaking beauty, covered on a snowstorm’s canvas weave
Won’t be long now, I’ve prepped the hot tub and put away the hoses
winterized the grass and covered up the roses
Lawn furniture put away, taking the shelf space of tree bells and candles
warm winter boots, when my gnarled feet prefer sandals.
Yet there’s new excitement in the little eyes, as Santa’s checking his lists
the love that they freely showed me, made me gasp and eyes mist
They warmed my whole weekend, so unexpected, so affirming
so to wallow in pains embrace, leaves my subconscious squirming
Thursday there’ll be so many, gathering for Thanksgiving
- without my dear friends, life just isn’t worth living
We’re all just pilgrims, discovering new lands that are in our minds
Exploring for our abilities, reveling in what it finds
I too am sustained by faith, urgency in making the world a better place
days with hands of leather, days with hands of lace
For so much I am unworthy, and for your happiness I pray
so from now on, may all your troubles be miles away
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