Shadows
I wake to leavened skies this morn
Pockets bare, shoes now worn
Uneasy outlook, now to find
Cluttered fragments on my mind.
.

Past triumphs soon forgotten cheer
Reflected image plain, austere
Youths upward thrust, now in decline
It's rapid pace did so malign.
.

Paling thoughts now, withered, drawn
The actions lost, that they did spawn
The shadows call, their comfort lures
From prying eyes, their dark obscures

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kt6550   kt6550 wrote
on 3/18/2010 10:48:05 PM
Interesting. A nice way of expressing it.

frederic   frederic wrote
on 11/22/2009 10:36:18 PM
Dazzling. I can feel your pain.

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