I Wish I Still Was
I am like a candle burning out;
I was once a bright burning candle.
I am a mystery shop success;
I was an unsuccessful mystery.
I am a half empty cup;
I was once a cup half full.
I am unsure of everything;
I was never sure of anything.
Copyright © Roxanne Schroeder | Year Posted 2005
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