River Gazing
A crazy world has lost it’s solitude;
the comfort in a crowd is where it’s great,
and all those childhood values once pursued,
appear to have succumbed to modern trait.
Befriend a dog, and you have won a mate,
they’ll comfort you through life, and you through there’s,
and for you the crowds of comfort have to wait,
as you cement a bond that no one shares.
But the ravages of time, and death almost due,
no turning back the clock, or magic hand
can unite us in a world that we both knew;
now it’s river walks alone along the sand.
What I should see is water flowing by,
but it’s images of Tom, that catch my eye.
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