Do you recall that old clock?
Rested well above your bed
With the broken pair of hands
The one that struck at my dawn.
It ceased dancing and stopped its chime
Just as you gave up the ghost
As if mourning, those tiring hands stood still
As if your departure is against their will.
How can I repay you
For every cramp, every seizure
For nights of worry, eyes that wept
Dismissed as "too old," yet never slept.
How can I repay the pain you bore
For meals skipped to offer more
For battling illness, tending sores
For nights stretched long and neverending chores
Could any gesture, gift or word,
Match the love your heart has stirred?
The alms to beggars, prayers whispered
Tears that fall at every mention of your name
But in each moment I try
To honor you as days pass by
For all you've given, all you've done
In gratitude, our hearts are one.
A debt comes not only in money terms
Taking and giving debt in other forms
Indebtedness involves in many ways
Doing the same to the donor who may
Going in aid of parents all come repays
dactylic oak tree
lending me your heart daily
how to repay you
Yes the
wheel still turns,
and we feel the bite
....another time
and yet we might,
repay the debt of
old....
Great Grandaddy had
a sister sure,
who was my wifes'
Ancestor,
did time together,
children bore,
and the dice was
surely rolled,
perhaps we have to
do our time,
with mismatched
partners in the
crime,
the balance stick
begins to chime,
times up, a bell is
tolled?
The dice is surely
rolled,
chance meeting's
surely gold,
the hungry eyes seek
2 enfold,
wheel a turning for
the soul,
the next event is
waiting,
still waiting 2
behold...
Don Johnson