The Loss of Greener Fields
I'll always remember
when the easterly sun shone soft through the glass
finding one foot in front of another
in a sleep-like state.
The easterly sun shone soft through the glass
on a husk of human flesh
in a sleep-like state,
while his spirit fled to greener fields.
A husk of human flesh
stared back at me through the mirror
while my spirit bled at the loss of greener fields
breaking bread with regret and blame.
Now when I stare at myself in the mirror
I see my father's face.
I'll break no more bread with regret or blame
and brush the ashes from my hands.
I know I'll see my father's face,
and I'll always remember
to brush the ashes from my hands
and place one foot in front of another.
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