The Days Were Few and Happy

The struggle to breathe

grows harder and laborious,

and soon, not worth the effort.


The heartbeat softens to a

padded thudding

of arrhythmic improvisation


The light, both sun and lamp alike,

grows dim


And the features

of your faces

so familiar

are now only

sketches in sepia

drawn by rheum,

inked in cataract,

and blindness creeps with

a serpent’s crafty slowness

to seize small sight

in its unrelenting

coils of darkness


But the memories

of grand carnivals,

of dire hurricanes,

laughter, tears

prizes, penalties

trials, victories

unity, dysfunction

safety , strife


holiday dinners

and birthday songs


pride and humility

for good or ill

all said and done

except the last


and  giving the last remnants

of my love


The days were few and happy,

and the honor of growing

beside you

made it all




Author: smithaw50

I live in NJ. Concentrating now on a getting a full time writing career started. Glad you could be with me on the journey. Ready? Here we go...

8 thoughts on “The Days Were Few and Happy”

    1. Thanks. Been away from this blog for a while. Don’t give up just yet my friend. You’ve more to say, and we need to read it. Thanks for the reblog. You’ll get through it, Darren. Acknowledge it, but don’t embrace it. Blessings, all ways.

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  1. I get it about the good days and bad. It’s better to acknowledge them than try to defy them. Makes it easier to pass through, in my opinion. Sorry you’re going through a patch, but I know you’ll get through it too.


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