Missing- -
Missing
I saw the the solitary people of my generation destroyed,
the wind wind has gone, my breathing stop;
How I mourned the lost;
Are you upset by how non-gregarious it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the lost so unaccompanied?
the populace has departed, alone broken hearten;
I cannot help but stop and look at the ants gone;
Cool, cold, crisp windy air, traveling from the North;
Does the bare naked trees and cooling breeze make you shiver?
Does it?
I saw the the cunning person of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the deceased;
Now wily is just the thing,
To get me wondering if the deceased is foxy, my spirit soul is proxy;
Are you upset by how non-gregarious it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the lost so unaccompanied?
the populace has departed, alone broken hearten;
Alas, something here is;
MISSING...
10/29/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2019
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