by Jeffrey Carter
She walks along this lonely street
no one to dry her tears
massage her tired feet
or calm ever present fears
Seeing life through tainted heart
making everything gray
Alone, her life, anew to start
Always searching for a way
But life goes on no matter what
That fact she cannot quell
Memories ne'er to be forgot
Within her heart they dwell
So she keeps walking this lonely street
Keeps searching to find her way
Every night she lies down to sleep
And prays tomorrow's a better day
I Have this Garden of Poems
at first and then carried away with my greenthumb i planted everything trees and more trees and shrubs and bamboos and vines and hanging plants almost everything and so the blooming flowers died and the grasses diminishing like some hair of this baldness but nothing is lost in this garden of poems the birds came and built their nests some are still coming every morning and then the chirping begins |
She Walks
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