by Henry Burt Stevens
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Rated "G" by the Author.
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henry b stevens
so much as gone away
my life a shell of yesterday
my mind too has become goo
beneath the hairline works ok
walking still, yea, out to the
streets and fields filled with
bugs small creatures squirrels
all waiting to be visited by me
see overhead orion watch the moon
it has its travels too
oh, Anita went to hospice
I'll see her when I get address
I think Carrie went to WA state
to see her remaining daughter
every thing keeps moving-will
even when my perception stills.
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|Reviewed by MaryGrace Patterson
|Life goes by all too quickly and those precious years are forever gone Hank. Keep writing and please keep in touch....Love...M|
|Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle
|An honest and well written poem,take care
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Looking inwardly with such devout concentration, well written piece...
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|An honest and sobering look at life; thank you for sharing your perspective, Henry. Happy New Year to you with love and peace,