Friday Share

Well since I was ordered to bed rest after my emergency room visit earlier this week I have gotten to rework a few poems in my archives. I like where this one is going, but the ending is stumping me-

Cut From The Same Cloth

Remember our first fight, as you felt the cold, hard wall slam against your back, announcing you were leaving, never to return, but instead other well laid plans were in place- excuses to get high; the only way you could deal with death, love, and change, as I sat listening to After The Gold Rush wondering if you or Neil found your vein of riches- have you shared them with another or is it all still buried deep underground, waiting for mountains to weep, “flying mother nature’s silver seed to a new home in the sun”- reality raw and exposed