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The Aftermath
The Aftermath
Funny how tonight
I sit alone and write
As if hoping the words will suffice
to in some way give some comfort to the soul
Thought occurs to me,
by now, you probably or possibly found another,
for young whiper-snappers abound,
they take what I, a short time ago,
thought was mine
Timelines on my face
ingrained by virtue of the past
as now the night and the moon,
embark unto my heart,
the aftermaths everlasting tune
Wish you and yours well,
may happiness and love be blessed
upon you both,
Maybe, someday I too will feel nothing
Maybe, someday, I too will understand
Copyright 2001 Dennis Hicks
