To Not Live, Is To Die Unhappy
Upon the porch he sat,
rocking;
ninety-years of flesh and blood;
The cloudless sky above
seemed
to tell the story of his life;
and he regretted this.
Copyright © Chris Patton | Year Posted 2006
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