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"The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep." ~Robert Frost

Thursday, July 7, 2016

AWAY

I stretch out my hand,
Only to find emptiness all around,
No faces to smile at,
No jokes to share,
Yet I walk, 
Upright and confident!

Whenever I look back,
I see those faces,
Those times,
Distant memories,
Autographs etched in my mind.

I know have come too far,
Away from the familiar,
Away from spontaneity,
Away from the casual conversation,
Away to another time!

2 comments:

John Vincent Prater said...

I understand Your pain. Keep writing.

Joshua said...

What does any of that mean? Why are amateur Internet poems always so cryptic and full of themselves?