Middle Aged Orphans
When tomorrow's door is knocked upon.
To make you face that dreaded dawn.
Where can you turn to face the day.
When the love you've known has gone away.
Morning shadows cast new found light.
Leave you drifting like a cut loose kite.
To pick up the pieces all caught up in the wires.
The weary child chasing the wind till he tires.
Give me the potion to help calm my fears.
In life's after math of childhood years.
Now that all the fantasy's have died.
Soaking wet from the tears that you've cried.
We sojourn on till our day comes.
With beating heart's and turned up thumb's.
To breath in all life's air that's left.
To appease the past that's now bereft.
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