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Like a scolded kid

I sit in a corner

watch as my life

pass's me by





"Maybe I'll find a way

to make it back someday"

the song seems to sing

to my decadence

stowed away inside





Angels ask me to come out

and play

but I no longer dance

to songs of romance

I've simply lost ...the steps





Besides, I'm busy building

my wall

I must make it tall

for bullet proof and bleeding

made needing

a touch of love's hand

just out of my reach





Wisdom tells me

how many times

this song has been sung before

not the first

certainly not the last

consoling words

to a candle

that grows dim

its shadows dance

upon my wall





More rhymes tomorrow

for tonight the sorrow

hath come upon my very soul

now urges me to go

to a place

where an angel's face

is just...a dream away





















Copyright © 2001 Dennis Hicks

11/23/01