From the corner of her eye
There is something still running there
Something she's held on to
Even as hope seems to fade
Footsteps shuffle around
Making notes she'll never see
Telling tales
That have nothing to do
With a life lived
She smiles wide and states convincingly
I'll soon be found burning bright
My fire screaming through the night
You'll sing my name as I pass by
My light eclipsing
Shadows that fell over me
And I have no doubt now
3 comments:
Very darn nice!
It sounded so good that i read it a few times...
You made getting old sound very graceful (at least that was my interpretation of your poetry)
Very cool! I liked this a lot!
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