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a new way of looking at... writings >> sean honea >> untitled |
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Traveling this time again, Always going where, you have not been It's always sad to leave a friend Not always glad to begin again... But leaving her or him or them... Doesn't break the friendship in- -to scattered remnants of a dream Where laughter left and all seem'd mean Fore time will not, be stopped Nor revived To a place where friendship thrived. If you leave behind, so be it then Now go forward now, and make amends... For now you have a choice to choose To live with the past, with ghosts you use Or to smile upon, the gleam of dawn That lights the way, you trek upon... |