A Moments Reflection
I am empty as the page that sits befor the flustrated poet.
Pain trapped in heart without words to put to pen.
Shaking cold knowing full well my time has passed as swiftly
as train through a midnight so very clear.
The road behind me I can longer recall.
Faces and places shallow as a drying river bed.
Life has taught me to put up wall.
Stolen moments from a welcome barstool.
One of many jesters in this fools
kingdom I do rule.
The clock of my life grows closer
to closing time.
When I walk out that door it's left to others to recall.
reflect in the thoose smokey dark corners.
How many of you ever did know me at all.
Thinking of times never had.
Missing friendships that never were.
To fail means at least you did try.
The road never ends so why must I?
Copyright © John Patrick Robbins Aka Gonzo | Year Posted 2009
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