It’s been thirty odd years since Jake passed away

Thirty odd years and he is still on my mind today.

Thirty odd years of disbelief

Thirty odd years of selfish grief

Time takes away the hurt, one oft hears it said,

But time doesn’t take away the dreams when you are asleep in bed.

Time heals all wounds from physical to mental,

However time sometimes is just plain detrimental.

Time takes care of most of the physical wounds, as most can plainly see

But time can’t heal the anguish that is hidden deep inside of me.

I read the work of many brave men,

Then put myself in their pain for there once I have been.

Say a prayer for all; say a prayer for me.

But most of all, say a prayer for time to take this torment and let me be.

Time maybe a comfort to some, I’ve heard it said,

But it isn’t a comfort to me while I lay sweating in my bed.

©David R. Alexander

November 7, 2004