I was wise in my very own eyes.
Yes, I felled for his obvious lies.

All I ever wanted
Was to be his heart beat.
All he ever gave me,
Was his lust in his car’s back seat.

As the months grow shorter,
The stares grow long.
Yet, courage is with me,
I will go on.

Though seas have roared against me
And the currents have been strong,
I will pick myself up and I will go on.

My plans were put on hold.
My bridge temporarily drawn,
But my dreams have flown over,
As a visual icon.

For others like me,
Our baby is our song.
We may cry sometimes,
But Jesus is our dawn.
We will pick ourselves up
And we will go on.


Copyright © 2002 by Poet & Author Joyce Rogers


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