The line of sight has clouded some
What I see is grand
But what is real eludes my mind
And slips my weakened hand
Once I walked sure afoot
Balanced life with ease
Now she humors foolish whims
And vain attempts to please
A saddened song escapes my heart
As wiser I become
She lets me find the light of day
As from my tears I run
Saturday, May 23, 2009
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