Laura Gilfillan

Standing on the outside
even when it's cold
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I remember when the sun shone bright
And warm
So warm
I remember when it was hot
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I have been thinking a lot, lately.
About how very vast the Universe is,
About how very many people there are...
About how very small and insignificant I feel,
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Cold pale sunlight shifts through faded memories.
Worn pink rosebuds hold the hollow echoes of childish laughter.
Bright eyes grow distant,
Witty smile turns inward.
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Who can understand
A heart made of wood,
Roots clutched tightly deep in soil.
Who can understand
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Don't you step in my dirt
When I'm sweeping the floor
Don't you step in my dirt
Or I won't
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I beg you please
Just let me sleep
To stay in bed at least another week
And be warm and comfortable
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Its branches hang down
like graceful strings of tears,
Some turning yellow.
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The wind that blows.
The wind that knows
No rest.
No home.
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The children are noisy,
the husband complained
Yes they are,
the wife agreed with a smile
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The sun is still shining,
And the breeze lightly blowing.
The trees are still clothed in their
lovely green gowns,
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The mess on the desk is tall and long
Deep and wide
Piled sky high
The mess on the desk doesn't want to stay put
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Where you are
There Heaven will be.

What do riches matter,
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