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By bp Date: 2001 Nov 18 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.18.22.05.17257]] |
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hollow now my world has grown w/ age that time has thrust on me. from carefree childhood days i'd known, from days of climbing in a tree. from summer sunlit mornings, from sundays in the park. i didn't see time's warnings or see the sun grow dark. i didn't see the stranger who followed me one day. i didn't sense the danger as i went off to play. with eager youth i left from home the world was my shell. i didn't see the stranger who'd lead me to my hell. i'd lifted weights w/ youthful ease these weights now known as life. did what i wanted as i pleased; i took myself a wife. and w/ my wife we had a child we had a baby boy. w/ carefree sundays in the park he filled our lives w/ joy. we watched his life as he grew strong 'til off to war he went. he told his mom, "it won't be long until my journey's spent." and as the ship pulled from the pier i saw the stranger's face. w/ deep set eyes he blankly stared, he seemed so out of place. i felt as if i'd known this man had known him all my life. in parks when as a youth i ran and when i met my wife. it wasn't long my son had gone my wife had passed away. and in the war he followed her just six months to the day. old and lonely now i sit and watch the children play. on carefree sundays in the park until that final day. a day in which the stranger comes and takes me to my rest. to my loving wife and son upon my final breath..... |