Dusty Glory Days
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A tired voice and less engaged
You sit there nonchalantly
Never noticing my glance
As I casually look your way
Sitting in awkward silence
Downward weary eyes hollow
As distant as your dusty smile
You gaze off into the distance
I imagine your glory days
Spirited buoyant and cheerful
So long ago and wonder
Sizing up this empty shell before me
Laden shoulders act as testimonial
To long gone years of toiling
Of struggling to survive
Barely making ends meet
Now one foot out the door
Wishing somehow
You had the strength
To take the leap
AP: 1st place 2021, 1st place 2021
Submitted on March 21, 2020 for contest STRAND CHOICE M sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Originally posted on April 24, 2018
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
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