A Note Just to Say:
Uploaded by trillianmcmillan on Jul 30, 2002
Things that have been said,
So many times they are almost dead.
The life still remains,
With the meaning gone,
And yet there’s no one to blame.
A love so far away
Surprisingly remains, lacking decay.
“Over the hills and through the woods”
It remains, still –
Yet find it I never will.
A life without purpose,
Yet surrounded by other workers
All day and night, through endless strife.
Nothing to be thankful for
When memories seem only lore.
Seems as though its: three steps back
For every one forward.
Everything gray, never again to be lit.