DEBBIE EMBREY

DEBBIE EMBREY

A FEW WORDS OF PRAYER

I humble myself

and thank God above

for friends like you

and for His love

May you be blessed

both by day and night

and may peace follow

to make things right

Good night

and many blessings

EMPTY

you take away ink

from the writer

all you have left

is an empty shell

a void essence

you pull the trigger

on what's left

of her life

you ripped her soul

as no one or nothing

else could ever do

she lies there in tears

now dried on her skin

she has no voice

it was taken away

a writer without ink

is a forbidden fool

because skies darkened

stars no longer shine

nothing can fill her

or revive the spirit

that was once there

she is empty

THE DRIFTER

he came drifting into town

with no particular destination

nothing in his pockets

but his I.D. and a dime

the sack he carried on his back

had clothes, a blanket

an empty mug

and a raggedy pair of gloves

he worked for food

and a roof over his head

poor as an old church mouse

but he always had a smile

he might stay overnight

or a few days ~ a week

didn't want to leave a place

by wearing out his welcome

and just as soon as he came

he was out the door

once again he headed

on the lonesome road

the back of his head

showed all his pride

a good man ~ caring

leaving only memories

as the years flew by

I still recall the traveler

and the stories he told

with a vibrant face

no one could ever say

they weren't intrigued

with the drifter

DEBBIE EMBREY