It may not seem like it
But mine is a very important job
I am the keeper of the resting
A guardian of souls
The watcher of the skies
© Dicky J Loweman 2014
It may not seem like it
But mine is a very important job
I am the keeper of the resting
A guardian of souls
The watcher of the skies
© Dicky J Loweman 2014
I like the likes of you
In all the time we spend together
You seem to have paid attention
Attention to the details
To this bitter, old man
Who, by most accounts
Should always be left alone
You know the exacts of my world
How I like my drinks poured
How I like my smokes rolled
When to coddle me
When I need to be ignored
You seem to have mastered
Showing up at the right times
Bringing laughter when needed
A good scare when it’s not
You make a cozy companion
On those cold and dark nights
And you always seem to say the right things
At the most inappropriate times
Bringing a constant smile to my face
Whenever you’re around
And for reasons unknown to me
You always thank me
Tell me how I’m always there for you
And know just how to fix you
Whenever you brake
It hardly seems fair
I can’t see how I’ve am nearly as good to you
As you are to me
But sometimes, questions like these
Are much better left unanswered
© Dicky J Loweman 2014
making steps towards home
tall grass fields with amber shoots
sunlight at days end
moments before darkness comes
sunshine memories go down
© Dicky J Loweman 2014
lies, used to cover
faults and insecurities
sinister deeds done
to cover tracks of the lies
only to repeat again
© Dicky J Loweman 2014