Life is but a walking shadow
that romes the empty streets
of your life.
No sun filled sky or young
heart could ever replace
that which I have grown to
love with more of my heart,
and every ounce of my being.
Some would say that is something grand.
Yet no shelter from the cold
or rain could warm this sullen
spirit.
Sad, damaged, angry, any of these words could be used to
describe how I wish things
weren't so.
But someday it will all just be a
faded memory that I won't remember when I'm old. . .
Sept. 19/91
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