A collection of original poems written by Bob Keniston over the last 40 years. They cover topics from his early life on the farm, nature and family.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Night Time Tears
\ I cried again last night.
Don't ask me, "Why?"
I doubt if I could tell
a reason for I, myself,
am not completely sure.
Was it finding his house
empty of not only him,
but objects of memories
that will never be returned? Was it sixth out of seven
although I gave it my all?
Was it suffering the staying
home from auditions because
the fear of rejection was too high?
I cried again last night,
and probably tonight, my pillow
will catch more tears.
Having control is what we all
seek, but life's circumstances
really have the wand that
either strengthens or weakens
one's ability to resists.
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