Jerry Hackett Poet Rhyme

I Thought

It echoes as if it is a tomb
This once upon enlightened room
The chalk and dust are so long gone
The faces of friends became undrawn

She too, my other, is no longer around
The leaves of lore are colored brown 
Always I look but I cannot find
The busy stranger erasing my mind

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Caren Krutsinger October 5, 2019 at 10:55 AM I think it is terrific that a stranger is "erasing your mind". My father had alzheimers and I am sure he felt exactly that way. Thank you for this one. Jerry Hackett October 5, 2019 at 12:30 PM Caren, thanks, I went back and tweaked it a bit (but kept that elusive stranger where he was).