Song Of the Stoic

I am a man
I've been working all my days
This is my accounting
Of my means and of my ways
More years are behind me now
Than years that are ahead
Looking back i feel
This is my story to be said.
I faced my father down
Inside the hallway of our home
18 years of pain
Upon my body to the bone
Demons lived inside of him
They forced him to the act
The layers of the bruises
To my body was the fact.
I grew and went in to the world
I learned to know it's code
Of spoken and unspoken
And i learned to love the road
I shoulder every burden like
A mule with a heavy pack
Every coin i earn is another
Knot within my back.
Ecstasy and pleasure come
At much too great a cost
I keep myself upon the earth
But measure what i've lost
Winged things they brush against me
Never mine to hold
I keep my eyes upon the ground
And carry on as old.
I met a woman
She had the gifted touch
Her hands were wise with healing
And with wonder and all such
As the fates would have it
Each to others we are wed
We continue ourselves to friendship
And we stay out of the bed.