The Grind
So confused I don't know what's real.
Casing false leads in hope to find,
all the great love that's been left behind.
I keep on searching in the hope,
the grind that will end in love that's yours and mine.
Confused and lostthis taxing grind,
I know we're both caught in a deadly bind.
Searching searching in loves true song.
I just want others to steer clear,
so I can find you with no wrong.
Everyday I feel so close,
yet within a moments time it feels so long.
I'll grind on through with dilligence true.
Until the day I finally get to you.
poem by Michael McParland
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