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the purpose

by Peter Humphreys

my moma told me
there'd be days
like this
and those of you
who have been ill
or known illness
in someone dear
so close to your heart
it hurts so much
will know what I mean
and when I say ill
I mean ill
really ill
so ill
you do not know
how long ill

well today
is one of those day
when you cannot
find the purpose
in the shed
or under the bed
or rusty toolbox
or on top of the wardrobe
where you put it safe
a while ago
in case someone tried
to steal it
but now you cannot
even remember that
never mind what day it is
or where your glasses are
and half-way
on a long walk
you cannot remember
if you left the house wide open
with just the cat
on the mat asleep
to guard your worldly goods
to what purpose

life has to have a purpose
and a faith
which you will not find
under the sofa
with all the other things you've lost
or in the sky amidst the clouds
or on a beach amongst the pebbles
or even in bed with your love
unawares
unknowning
how troubled
your soul is

yes
it is
such a day
you pray for it to end
but not forever
just for a short while
to rest your pain
so your eyes
not flashes of pain feel
but see
all the wond'rous stars
of heaven

02/22/2010

Author's Note: I owe the first three lines for inspiration from a song by Van Morrison.

Posted on 02/22/2010
Copyright © 2023 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 02/22/10 at 04:15 PM

Oh how I feel your pain reflected in these words and reach a hand toward you. Thank you for sharing such profound feelings and thoughts. A great write Peter.

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 02/22/10 at 04:56 PM

My heart and prayers have been and will continue to be for you always. There are no words to really express this fully, but you did a pretty darn good job....and my eyes are tearing ~love and big hugs,Peter

Posted by V. Blake on 02/22/10 at 09:12 PM

I admire what you've done here. It's like a poet gasping for breath as he tries futilely to say all the things he wants to say. My one dissent: I would do something about those first few lines. I had throughout the poem, and will now have for the rest of the day, the Friends theme in my head. I'll be there for youuuuuuuuuuuu, like I been there before....

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