Notice of absence from Gary
I come and I go. sometimes around but never alone.
I come and I go. sometimes around but never alone.
The road is long as it is hard.
Take a break, walk in the grass.
Softer than the road, the grass will help soothe your soul.
I am new at this, no longer lost. 68 Years old, beginner at most.
Author: gkcstone
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- Comment from author about the poem: Life is personal, & so I am, personal.
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A great metaphor where as one grows older it becomes easier for some to become themselves with less to loose so to speak while other grow rigid in their age. Nicely done
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