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Thursday, May 1, 2014

life's amiss

she sits alone
many of the people she knew
befriended her and she them,
they’ve left now to somewhere beyond

the peddles of the yellow jonquil flower open
a closed bud just before, now it reaches for the sun
but soon the winter comes and the grey covers the light

she’s just passing through in this world where pain and
suffering is abundant yet some good and some joy
is found in the hearts of a few as they share
bread and a glass of wine or two

she sits alone now listening to the doves coo
the little bread and crumbs left to her
she shares with her winged friends
breaths left, she has but few
just passing through