Life In Strides
change to what end,
we must not pretend.
things are different now,
though why I'm not sure
that I exactly know how.
we talk
we discuss
friends are more valuable now
than just a faded lust.
loves poems, overrated
secrecy , outdated
thus, take life in strides
with a renewed sense of pride.
Copyright © Alice Nightingale | Year Posted 2009
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