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Evoking Pathos
I find no solace living in the past
Nor want to dwell for their companion's need
As most will drift away until the last
Except for those I want I'll intercede
Chronicles have chosen a path to guide
And not to place a shrine on passing ground
Nor shine a lamp on failures rarefied
But give form and substance to wisdom found
I need my back to always face the east
So my searching eyes can find the fullest day
Memory filled pages I read the least
They're only there to explain not to sway
To hold a painful moment ever close
To never free the past evokes pathos
5/12/17
Copyright ©
Frederic Parker
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