Only My Love To Offer
As I’m nearing the sunset of this life;
my failures, I willingly address;
having been deprived of my sons and wife;
I hunted the treasures of success.
For a short season, my story was unique;
but destiny stood in my path;
I was the one who loved to critique;
now enduring destiny’s wrath.
Evil had gotten me within his sights;
I was left with no place to go;
suffering solitude, through endless nights;
where I was destined to grow.
I was to learn what true pain was about;
for this was my growing season;
from tragedy and sorrow; I finally found out;
everything happens for a reason.
Pain approached me from every direction;
sadness was the cloak that I wore;
I was dealing with the Master’s correction;
till I thought I couldn’t take any more.
I was given the gift to feel other’s pain;
a talent that few ever seek;
through their sorrows; love brought gain;
and the prideful became the meek.
I’m certainly not known as a man of means;
I have very little left in my coffer;
devoid of all future promises and dreams;
I’ve only my love to offer.
Monty 9/3/24. # 2,315