Wandering down the roads of my life, Seeing little towns I've passed through. Glimpses of things That once were precious to me, She stopped here herself When I could say no more. A rest for a moment, A breath that was needed, I looked in the windows Of houses we found there. The white picket fences were All of a piece, They hide all the places Where we once exist. A stop on the road To places we once were, The children all laughing Tears there were found. We came there together I left there alone, I wander the road Looking for a place To call home.
Reason for writing:
Realizing that once a moment has passed it is gone.
Birth sign: Not entered
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