The Chair
Many a raindrop I've seen trickle these window panes
Knowing true well that their existence momentarily lasts
But they always look the same as they travel such paths
Do they see me as I'm witnessing it's their last gasp
For I to be able to sit here and marvel at what I've seen
Takes me back when young when life was so in-between
Paths taken with wanting, sadly many to some went awry
My falling down and getting up, knowing to I that I tried
I'm no longer there seeing that window that still shows life
I wonder whom sits there now, do their thoughts mirror I
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Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2020
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