Monday, August 24, 2015

Wistful

Parallels I draw between
His accomplished life
And my transient shambles
 
Something calls out
A borrowed family
None to call one’s own?
 
Compensation for loneliness
Are the acquired things
That money begets
 
Choices were they?
Or plain ol’ destiny
Shackling him
 
The point of no return
No escape
When here, its final

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