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At the Window

July 21, 2005

5/1985

Here
at the window, I stare
at the twilight, And pic-
ture the sunsets, Of
ages gone by.

Alone
at the window, I stare
and I wonder, If life
in those old days, Was love-
ly and sweet.

And then
at the window, When dark-
ness has risen, I re-
alize life, Is a well-
traveled path.

And
maybe someday, When life
is completed, I’ll see
all the old days,
And know.

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One comment

  1. Once again, I have to say how much I love your poetry. Keep up the good work!



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