Sunday and Other Daze

 

The birds sing to me

The Francolin scream at me

The rain drowns my thoughts

The sun scorches my desire

The garden asks and asks more

My children ignore me

My companion is but was

Where?  OH!  Not NOW.

Busy is as busy does

The story of WE blurs

And the bridge collapses

 

I am alone but not lonely

is NO longer true

I am alone

And I am VERY lonely!

I am lonely for me

Sunday

And other daze TOO

 

 

 

 

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