I wandered the road alone
In my thoughts where did I roam?
Was it the time of day that made me feel
So melancholic in my life’s deal?
Or was it that I miss the people I have loved
And long for my yesterday’s un-gloved
When my life was alive and tomorrows un-ending
And there was no need for further pretending
Does your life become memories of once was
That goes through your mind as held within their jaws
So in my wandering I sit alone
And wonder how the years are now all but gone.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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