There they go, off on their lives to live,
Ours are still in motion, slowed my age,
Our hopes and dreams run with them,
Our blood and soul courses through them.
Some will never feel this, never know it.
For those who choose this path, it is pity.
Such is the path of one author.
Monday, May 11, 2009
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