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The Inheritance

My son was one of "Jerry's Kids"

A darling little boy

Intelligent and beautiful

He brought me so much joy

He toddled at an early age

And kept me on my toes

He radiated health and love

The sweetest smelling rose

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At five, he seemed to lose some ground

At six, he's trip and fall

At seven, he was struggling

Just to walk at all

When he was only eight years old

He traded legs for wheels

But still my ears were ringing

With his laughter peels

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His laughter still continued

When mine had turned to tears

It seemed he had a secret

That overcame his fears

Oh the joy, he brought to those

Less fortunate than he

Who put restrictions on themselves

By living fearfully

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Books were planes that took him

To many far off lands

He never had to bother

With tiresome travel plans

He's gone upon his final trip

But he left a legacy

His love of life and laughter

Inherited by me.

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I had a talk with God last night

As I walked a lonely beach

I told him of my inner doubts and fears

I asked him to forgive me for the evil things I'd done

The hurt I'd caused for others through the years

At first I tried to justify my my selfish wicked ways

But I knew that he could see inside my soul

Then he placed a key into my hand

And led me to a door

And said I must unlock it to be whole

I begged him not to make me open up that door

To view the things I'd hidden in the past

But he simply smiled a knowing smile

And told me to have faith

And I felt this was to be my greatest test

Oh the things that greeted me

When I opened up the door

The pain was almost more than I could bear

Deceit , then lust and hatred

My consorts from the past

Arose and bid me welcome to their lair

The awful confrontation ripped my soul apart

It seemed to last for all eternity

I battled every specter till there was left but one

The ugly demon truth was facing me

As I looked into the face of truth

A change came over me

And I felt my cloak of guilt fall to the floor

I turned to thank my savior

But there was no one there

And I was walking on the beach once more

If we look to the future and surrender the past

The ghosts that surround us will disappear fast

Fate is a jester who laughs at our fears

When we learn to laugh with her

Destiny hears

And when destiny calls

We must answer her call

As a life unfulfilled isn't living at all

I'm like a child

On taking my first

I Will stumble, fall and cry out in pain

But tomorrow I will try again

When at last I can walk unaided, without falling

I will try to run

If I reach my goal by running

I may arrive tired

I choose to walk and smell the roses along the way

It matters not a what speed I travel

If I am sure of my destination

I will arrive on time

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Wherever I decide to go

I must take myself along

And my aching discontentment follows me

As I seek to find the answer

To the secret of my life

I grow weary of the constant search

To find my destiny

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If I owned the word tomorrow

Would my heart be free and light?

Would I spend my days in carefree reverie?

Or would that something still be missing

That my wealth could never buy?

Would I find I'd always owned it

But was too blind to see?

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As I search to find the answer

And decry my lot in life

Running here and there and all around

There's conviction slowly growing

If I stop and look around

I'll find that what I'm seeking

Is always by my side

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Time moves on so swiftly

Leaving in it's wake

Memories that weather every storm

Some of them are painful

Sharp and bittersweet

Others are like flames to keep us warm

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Time plays tricks with memories

And when we're dreaming dreams

Fact and fantasy can intertwine

Did it really happen?

Our short lived fantasy

The meeting of the body and the mind

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Alas the moment that we shared

Was over all too soon

Reality and caution entered in

I said farewell to fantasy

But kept the memories

And nothing can erase them it would seem

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You lie in wait until we come

The lonely and the weak

We pay your price however high

And you offer what we seek

Your master counts his lucre

While you his willing slave

Adorned in finery he designs

Tempt us to out graves

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We pay your price and take you home

We press our lips to yours

Your bitterness we soon forget

In drunken, dreamless hours

But when the morning wakes us

And the pain is with us still

You know we'll seek you out again

To do your masters will

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Your master holds us in contempt

When we ask for more

Yet advertises your delights

In every liquor store

Yes, you're the spawn of greed my friend

And we are bound to you

While your master counts his profits

Passing judgment on we two

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