With tears in his eyes,
He said goodbye,
And walked out the door
Into a lonely life.
They say when one closes,
Another one opens,
Only this open door
Has yet to bring more.
He remembered her smile,
He remembered her touch.
He remembered the way
She cared so much.
A year has passed,
And not much has changed.
His life is at a standstill,
With little desire to rearrange.
Each day the same,
With dreams on hold.
She asks how he is,
“Same old, same old.”
He goes to his job
That brings little joy.
Such is the life
Of a solitary boy.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
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absolutely beautiful!
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