Wordy wordy

Bitter, time can oft erode

those things that once were sweet and true

and brackish floods filled with disdain

deposits leave, debris piled high,

obscurring paths once so well trod.


And lost I wander searching still

for distant lights of home and hearth

whilst stars turn black as tempest stirs

and to an end I slowly snake

and there forget your name.



Author: Michael

Husband, dad,(ex)programmer, comic collector and proud Yorkshireman. I have no idea why im here or why im writing but i rather enjoy it. no great fan of punctuation;

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