Alone and forsaken, walking down petal-strewn path-
ways, letting tears fall and be strewn atop each one.
Singly tapping into the atmosphere, handling moods
of loneliness being intensified by rhythms and tones
of sadness, all leading onto paths of abandonment.
Alone and forsaken, walking down petal-strewn pathways,
letting tears fall and be strewn atop each one.
All reminders of past good times in life long ago, now
in senior years, looking back, remembering and pining
for those glorious days of old.
Knowing in hearts that they are lost forever, except in
each of our minds, lonely, awaiting times of remembrance
when thinking of them.
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