THIS IS A POETRY BLOG
Saturday, October 3, 2015
When I Was Young
once I was young
walking in my sister's shadow
hidden in words and meaning
the sweetness of life a dream
were is the end?
waiting, always waiting
will he come to me?
today, tomorrow
all the same
all for naught
MJB
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