Saturday, March 10, 2007

kind of

kind of sad, considering
all those years
how can a beginning
be so different
at the end

walking through a life
on tiptoes, thinking
in whispers
caught up in the wonder
falling apart

quiet, while i listen
to the rain
it brings such memories
birthdays in silk paper
wrapped in red

it must be time for coffee
my fingers to hold
some warmth
you know, the day's gone colder
in this old house

rocking in the sunlight
curl my toes up on the
window sill
i get sassy drinking whiskey
sing-song the blues

am i smaller than i was


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