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The Misted Pane
I passed by a window
Where an old man smiled
and misted up the dirty pane
Behind his eyes the sadness showed
of every steep & rocky road
He'd had to climb
Next day I thought I'd call on him
And out he came
So pale and thin
-but with that smile
And graceful guile
He said
Son,
in my mind,
I'm as free as a summer breeze
A...
Tuesday 23rd February 2021 12:09 pm
The Thief of Breath and Hugs (part 1)
She'd been told with much conviction
How the window was a shield.
For outside there lurked a wicked thief
And her breath this thief would steal
But, her family stood beyond the pane
A daughter, granddaughter & son
Who'd send out smiles like rays of light
And through the glass they'd come
She blows them kisses, and shakes her fist
In case this thief's about
...Tuesday 15th September 2020 10:45 pm
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