Anthony W. Pahl


Evicted from our comfort zone
we’ve had to define our worth.
Do we, silently, in our coffin lay
or endure the pain of our rebirth?

We look around for familiar things
and when they can’t be found,
do we strike-out in our anger
or hit a homer out the ground?

We swear to God and to each other
that it will never be the same
But like the birth of another child
Love will unite us once again

So my friends, we are still here
and one thing has not changed;
We are the same inside our selves,
Just the furniture’s been rearranged.