David Keig - A Bitter Harvest

I have reaped a bitter harvest
I have sowed seeds that are sad
I have balanced all my wealth in life
Against the things i had
My children are away from me
My father has just died
My heart it is a'weaping
And my soul feels crucified
Each grain in that balance
Is much heavier than lead
My eyes are aged - my feelings flayed
My joy it is now dead
Oh why should all this happen?
Oh what does all this mean?
My longing for connection
Not the space that lies between.

David Keig

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