Treasure Island

Midnights Voice

(November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

Cain't remember their names anymore


November 6,2004
10: 38 P.M.
And 'Daniel must be the clouds in my eyes',

For the age of more we have less
Counting the tears just one by one,
By one, bye one, be gone

Where an old photo, my smiling father's youth
On my tabled desk, in his Army uniform.

I think of people, I can't remember their names
Anymore.
I think of places I need to be before
There is evermore.

The wind will turn cold

The wolf will run hungry.

The sun will set

Darkness on all

Submitted: Wednesday, July 11, 2012

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  • Laurie X3 (10/6/2013 5:35:00 AM)

    Neither can I. But once in while when I least expect it not trying at all a name I had forgotten pops into my mind. A profound truth you wrote. Age of more we have less....yes a sad truth.. (Report) Reply

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