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Alone
| Open Poetry #51 |
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Alone |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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Sixty a long way behind me- Closing on seventy fast. I wonder each time that I stretch out at night If this bedtime will be my last. I’ve written for years of my travels- Of people and places I’ve known; And sadly I’ve reached the conclusion- That somehow, I’m always alone. Alone with a wife, I’m sure loves me- Alone with my children, now grown Alone with my grandkids, and memories- Wherever I am, I’m alone. Alone with a box of old photos- I take out old memories and sigh- I’ve been alone for most of my life- And I’ll be alone when I die. |
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