Robert H. Phillips

A LATE NITE POEM

i feel so very alone tonight
as if my past is dust already swept

and i wonder if the years left to me
will bear any fruit of value

i would cry… but there is no one to comfort me
only the memories of embraces long gone

i have tried so very hard
and been left with nothing to hold to

there is a wind of kindness
that i shall ride on a string

and cherish each blessing
i can steal from its fragility