fishing in the creek
soaking in the sun
and the day was gone
cracks in the roof
holes in the gutter
and time goes by
as sunlight shafts through
from different angles
and all that has been done
thrown away; ill spent; wasted
gone from your memory
and the atmosphere changes
a friend gone
a piece of heart lost
days shattered
all those little things
unappreciated, till too late
maybe we could forget change
forget everything
and everyone
and just watch the world go by
but a friend gone
you could still go by the creek
and play with the fishes
things are far from same
but as you watch the world go by
the rain seeps through the hole in your roof
and the last memories gone
fishing in the creek
crying in the rain
another day gone
ill spent
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
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