Starting Over

By Leslie Albright

Seven ton’s fell down that day.
Crushed my life and took you away.
Left me standing in a pile of rubble.
Still in shock, I’m afraid I’m in trouble.

Post traumatic shuffling of paper’s.
A day in the life of the soul shapers.
Begins the journey to where, you don’t know.
Starting over, like it or not, it’s time to go.

The world today doesn’t look the same.
Makes yesterday’s world seem like a game.
The artists paintings are coming into view.
It’s the damndest thing, now you know it too.

You breath in deep to slow things down.
To calm those nerve’s and get out of town.
Leave behind them worn out shoe’s.
Starting over, win or lose.

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