Monday, February 23, 2009


The old doors close,
Locking away memories,
Squandered opportunities,
Spilt drinks and all
The missed kisses.
A daughter with tears
And no bedtime stories.
A little league game fading
Into a colorless haze.
I search desperately for
A new door to open, the one
With sunlight shining on a day
Filled with love and smiles.
There is a life worth recording, not
The dance of the damned or a song of
Forgotten hope with no tomorrows.

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