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I sat ready to write a best seller but the words were impotent Not forth coming, the pint glass looked at me half empty And spoke to my pallet for just on more gulp.
It wasn’t me he thought: He spoke, Lying; defeat: A prison he didn’t wish to share. Barred from any dignity or resurrection; Barren was his night, a heart no longer able to bear.
I am a leaf. I’m that leaf on the tree outside the garden gate, yes that’s me. Planning my future because I was asked; Held in place by a finger, frame.
Brush strokes are formed on a blank page And the simplicity takes me back to my childhood days Like the meanderings of a viola Taking the lead All my wandering roads do lead
The morning sun glared from behind the silhouette of Hunched over oak trees, competing for space with The grave stones in the cemetery on horizons plane.