Open Poetry #24 |
One Street Gone By |
Michael G Senior Member
since 2000-06-25
Posts 579Nashville |
a black case sat in front of his bulk, eyes dead to a world lightly passing him from a window seat commuting home. he fiddled with the worn fake leather, a flap comming loose, aimlessly lost in his own thoughts of time. how simple the days had been for a burden so great, one to live with regrets to live with the tears. how simple to forget whom he had been at any on point, to justly become a cog on life's little game. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
I could never think of anyone as a cog...there is much more of you than that..nice but sad write. hugsssss to cheer you up if needed M |
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