Many Days

Many days I vacillate

Between despair and hopefulness.

The bitterness and vile hate,

The love and many ways we bless.

I sometimes wish for only one,

That all our finest work be done.

Yet for Good to make her mark

There also must be temptation.

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Watching Aidan

When’d we lose our fascination?

Why let life sap our elation?

Did we think we’d go unburned

Without some brutal lessons learned?

Do these dark moments render null

All in life that’s wonderful?

I might be of a rarer view

But I just can’t believe that’s true

Yes, I’ve loved and yes, I’ve lost

But I’m still moved by winter frost

Or changing leaves or a mountain top

Those moments when time seems to stop

My baby boy, with laughs and cries,

Does this great tension symbolize

Of course there will be times to weep

But our joy also we must keep

Life must be a balanced act

For just like pain, beauty’s a fact

Don’t let the scars that life will give

Deplete your will to truly live