Sunday, January 30, 2005

My Time is Up

My friends, my boys, in love and loving it.
Maybe I’ll know what it’s like one day.
I can only hope and pray
That may be the case
If I am lucky, I won’t go alone.
Through the world on my own
An island, no emotion.
Broken so slowly by only one thing:
Time. Mine is up. I am due.

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