some fifty years later
mysteriously curious
I am unloved and underfed
walking along
so many fine lines
in and out of these city limits
acquaintances
may come and go
regardless if dead or alive
leaving me pondering
what the morning will bring
when the sun reaches out
touching me genuinely
I am reminded how
beautifully tragic we are
even though we have
more lives yet to live
november two thousand nineteen
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Unloved and underfed. That’s a strong line near the start.
Thank you, Sarah.
Beautifully tragic. I love that line.
Thank you so much.
The genuine warmth of the sun…more loving that any acquaintance, friend or relative…nicely written
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