Beating Life’s Arrows
written by: Brenda Arledge
@aug10cj
How great it would be
to change his abode,
to fly like the seagulls
following the path of each season.
No longer lingering
In Winter’s cold embrace,
beating the arrows of life’s game
refreshing his weary bones,
dipping his toes
in a warm fountain of youth.
Feeling the comfort of lost and forgotten friends,
facing each hurdle of life together,
no more suffering in solitude
on a lonesome trail,
not knowing which direction to turn.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
I wrote this poem as I watched my boyfriend face stage 4 Lung cancer with no one else but me by his side.
Life would be better if friends stayed for the journey.
Brenda Arledge
Brenda Arledge is a poet who lives in Ohio, United States. She believes poetry is a turmoil of emotion that comforts the soul and connects us all together. She has numerous publications and regularly contributes to Dimple Times, Hubpages, and The Writers Club.
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