Robert Sheridan


Albeit


Graying of hair
Bit of a spread
Feet of clay, I
sit here slowly
aging.

Thinking back,
I was a burner
of bridges, was
always in love,
now I'm not.

Good things in
life - they come
& they go, they
come & they go,
go figure.

Tired of always
being told what
to & what not to
do - designed to
enlighten us.

But have to keep
in mind 'tis better
to progress than
digress - sanity
keeps me in check.


'2008'

Submitted: Tuesday, July 29, 2008

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