some gods write plans

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This poem demanded to be heard after I listened to a long-ago telephone conversation with a familiar refrain:

“When are you coming home? I can’t wait to see you.”

Dementia makes us all want to go home in one way or another.

 

destiny

a poem by punkie

 

download the past

the die is cast

brave souls get torn apart

 

i hear your voice

there’s little choice

it echoes in my heart

 

come home you say

to laugh and play

create a brand new start

 

walk down the road

where love once flowed

see skies that look like art

 

we’ll pay the price

and roll the dice

believe in dreams sweet tart

 

before too long

forget the songs

whose ends aren’t ours to chart

 

some gods write plans

in shifting sands

and grant us small bit parts

 

yet still we give

these lives to live

our blood, our tears, our hearts

 

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