Not the express The one gladly missed Dawdling on life’s platform Counting cars Windows flashing light Quick, dark faces inert Blank stare ahead Glimpsing the gold Coins of paradise Gone too soon We, unhurried & unnoticed Age and wisdom In separate cars On that same track Tearing through A landscape of Scattered grace Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. Δ Post navigation Previous Previous post: The Beloved MonsterNext Next post: A Country For No Child
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